July 18, 2025

I brought my friends to a supermarket that I frequented. I wanted to show them the crepe station that was in the corner of the store but when we got there we found out that it was already closing time. The small cart usually serving samples was gone and the lights were turning off. We retraced our steps to meet back up with the rest of the group at the entrance.

The back door led to a track field that was underneath a highway. The sun was blinding. We made our way to the main road when my cousin held his hand over my mouth. “Stop collecting dirt on me”, he said. I bit on his fingers. He threatened to harm me outside of the dream as I felt a dull pinching on my chest.