(This is probably going to be my last dream journal. School starts in two days and I'll have less time to blog; this Luna thing is going to be occupying more of my blogging time now anyway. Maybe I'll post more dreams if I have a particularly memorable one, but otherwise this one is the last one.)
I dreamed Luna was really angry at me because I still haven't given her back her rock. She was yelling at me — and Luna rarely yells, even when she's mad — to give it back because she needed it back. She kept saying "I need it". I went up to my room to get it from my suitcase, and when I pulled out the rock I saw that it was a human heart, warm and dripping blood. It was beating in my hands. I could hear it beating. I could feel the heartbeat reverberating through my body.
I woke up then, even though it wasn't yet morning. I fell right back to sleep and didn't have any other dreams.
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