Dream Journal
There was a male police officer standing over me as I sat in a chair. I was in trouble, but I didn’t know why. I wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. Then he left but I stayed in my chair because I knew he still wouldn’t let me up.
There was a male police officer standing over me as I sat in a chair. I was in trouble, but I didn’t know why. I wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. Then he left but I stayed in my chair because I knew he still wouldn’t let me up.