Dear Diary,

I just had, like, the worst dream ever. Worse than the one where I’d lost my fortune and was living on the street, even.

It started with that old lady I passed on the street the other day. She was no different from all the homeless I pass by every day on my way to all the important places I go to. At least I didn’t think so…

The traffic signal had turned red so I was waiting to cross when I felt this tug on my fur coat.

I turned to see the most hideous creature ever! I’m not even sure she was human. She was all wrinkled and warty and smelly and gross. It was cold and she had just a thin sweater on so she was shivering.

“Help an old lady, miss? A dollar for a hot coffee?”

I just ignored her and crossed the street. I then heard some guttural noises and then this cackling laugh.

“Whatever,” I thought.

In my dream, I saw her again. As she held out her hand to me, I felt the tiniest bit of regret .. I had plenty of cash to help her out. But she was so ugly!

I’m glad that was a nightmare! Time to get up. I’m getting my brows done.

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Dear Diary,

I just looked in the mirror and … the face staring back at me … it was the old lady’s…oh god this has to be a nightmare right… she must have cursed me …