Last night I had a dream that I was at youth camp as an adult. Not like I was a youth worker but like I was in a teenager's body but my age and with my real life back home. It was confusing. I couldn't figure out why nobody else caught on to my stories about my kids and how much I missed my husband and figure out that I was actually a 31 year-old trapped in some weird world at summer camp. No one seemed to think it was odd but me. Ah dreams. I'd like to be dreaming on one of the
platform beds like I slept on at camp (really, crazy dreams aren't always bad, are they?) I've had one where I gave birth to a donkey and then panicked when it was time to nurse. I've flown on magic carpets more than once and been chased by pom-poms.
I have a gift people.
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