A Dream From The Past
My father and I pay a visit to Liberty Christian elementary school. While he goes inside, I find a secret, grassy footpath. I follow it. At the end of the path are many Native American figurines. I start gathering them. With the dolls in my arms, I search for my dad's truck but cannot call to mind where he parked. My dad exits the school and becomes furious with me for my bad memory.
Later that day, my dad and I are shopping at a galleria. I converse with strangers in an Australian accent. I wander through the mall, collecting stuffed animals as I go. I deliver them to a small store in the back, a corner where nobody shops. Dream ends
I wake up
My father and I pay a visit to Liberty Christian elementary school. While he goes inside, I find a secret, grassy footpath. I follow it. At the end of the path are many Native American figurines. I start gathering them. With the dolls in my arms, I search for my dad's truck but cannot call to mind where he parked. My dad exits the school and becomes furious with me for my bad memory.
Later that day, my dad and I are shopping at a galleria. I converse with strangers in an Australian accent. I wander through the mall, collecting stuffed animals as I go. I deliver them to a small store in the back, a corner where nobody shops. Dream ends
I wake up
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