Figurines

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

Coward

Dream 2/4/2017

     I am in a small, western town, similar to the towns you would find in the 1800's wild west. My dad is here as well.

     A band of bad men storm our little town and start terrorizing the people here. I run to a shed far away from these evil men. I hide outside the shed, in between the shed wall and a barbed wire fence. I grab four or five blue and red milk crates and cover myself with them. I am hiding although I should be fighting for the safety of my townspeople. My dad comes and discovers my cowardice. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP