Dream

Because I feel like it, that's why.

So I go outside with a radio and I tie it to this huge balloon, and then let it go playing “Soaring” from High School Musical. It’s floating up and away when all of a sudden I see this other balloon descending, so I wait and see what it is. Beneath the balloon is a basket with a bunch of peeps and chocolate, as well as some apple sauce (I know, random).

I take it inside, wondering why I got a huge basket of junk food and apple sauce, and took it up to my room to go through it without my family seeing it, in case there was something inside that only I should see (Again, I don’t know).

When I got to my bedroom door, there were about 30 more baskets sitting there. My mom came out of her room just after I’d set my basket down, and looked at the other ones. “They were just sitting in a pile at the garage door, with balloons tied to them. I don’t know what they are, but the chocolate’s still good, so… I don’t know, maybe it’s some sort of…um…”

“Yeah…I found one when I was outside. It was coming down from the sky like the balloon had been floating for a while, and it went right into the garage door, so I took it inside.” I went through the other baskets and found that they were all filled with chocolate, peeps, apple sauce, gum, and all sorts of other foods, mostly junk.

“Why would someone send us all this stuff?” I asked. And then I woke up.

I just haven't posted for about (OK, exactly) a week, so I figured I'd post about something, and I had that weird dream last night, so I posted about it.

(A QUICK NOTE FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW ME VERY WELL: I hate peeps. I hate peeps. I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them. Just saying, so chocolate, apple sauce, and peeps aren't like my three favorite foods or anything. Chocolate, root beer, and orange Tic-Tacs [or steak, instead of the Tic-Tacs] are probably my favorites.)

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-Emilee