(dream from two nights ago) I went back to the hostel in Flagstaff with afew people I didn’t know, and one person that was supposed to be Becca. She shared no similarities with her, though, aside from blonde hair.
The place was rundown and changed alot. It was a dreary, rainy day- places nearby were closed, and there was a McDonalds moved in. It was really depressing.
I took this chance to ask Becca why she stopped talking to me, and she let out a half assed lie about her computer not working.