Dream Journal
I was dressed like an Amish girl. My dad grabbed my arms and was talking to me. I didn’t want him to, so I kneed him in the crotch - but it didn’t hurt him.
My mom told me to listen to him. I cried.
I was dressed like an Amish girl. My dad grabbed my arms and was talking to me. I didn’t want him to, so I kneed him in the crotch - but it didn’t hurt him.
My mom told me to listen to him. I cried.