| 12:26p |
I had a dream that I, along with my two younger siblings, lived on the streets until we were captured by a rich man who swooped us up in a bag and brought us to his home. My siblings took to him easily enough and didn't mind living there, but I couldn't stand it. I hated him, I hated living there, and I just wanted to be free. And so, the rest of the dream included my thwarted attempts at reaching freedom. I was always found, always caught, always taken back to the house no matter what I did and, despite never being yelled at or smacked around, I still persisted on leaving. |