Max

Date: 4/6/2018

I dreamt of Max and he was young, probably around my age. He told me his last name and I forget it now, but it was something similar to Sigmund. I started having a mental breakdown because of how real it all seemed. I went into the bathroom and I could hardly breathe. I fell onto the floor and Max came in to help me. I showed him my journal and he laughed. Then I woke up.