Last night I had a dream that I went into a mall that was massive and confusing and somehow when you went out the other side you went into a city like LA. I was lost in the mall and couldn't find my way out but kept finding things like Disney Orchestras (lead by Mickey Mouse of course) and TV show sets. I was running through all the seats and jumping over them like hurdles. I finally found my way to the Chico exit and ran straight out into Children's Park and I was so happy to see downtown and the trees and the college that I started rolling around in the grass and saying "I love Chico! I'm so happy to be home!"
So I guess I don't hate it here, really. I mean, I know I don't, but sometimes I feel like I can't stand it anymore.
So I guess I don't hate it here, really. I mean, I know I don't, but sometimes I feel like I can't stand it anymore.
No comments:
Post a Comment