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// Entry 16 
// Story: Diary Of A Closet Romantic 
// by Lunar Spice 
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Dear Journal,



I had a nightmare last night.

I used to get really bad nightmares that made me never want to sleep again, but I haven't had another one for a really long time. But this one was pretty bad.

The first part was decent. I was on a wonderful slide. Parts of it were see-through and it was really high up, but I wasn't afraid. Afterwards, I was in my room - with a nervous new roommate who I didn't recognize - and realized that I had lost my keys and phone on the slide. I was anxious trying to find them, mainly because I had to start climbing up from the bottom and kept slipping. Then, when I got back to the room, I opened the door to find that my new roommate had turned into a wolf. It was big, black, and hairy, with glowing red eyes. I closed the door to run away, but it crushed the door and walked towards me. I don't think I've ever been so terrified. I curled up in a ball until I woke up a second later.

Because I was still worked up from my dream, I ran outside and went for a jog, hoping that it would calm me down or at least give me something else to focus on.

It used to be that my only relief in life is sleeping because when I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, angry, or lonely. I don't have to be perfect or to impress everyone. I don't have to be the best at anything.

Now even my brain is turning against me.