Thread:JeloElducal/@comment-30384301-20181030122313/@comment-31727837-20181031130707

Okay, so. I was seven years old. I dreamt that I was in a pink box, with a small swimming pool in the middle. There are lounge chairs my mom and dad are sitting on. I swam in the swimming pool. I had a little fun until I saw this dinky little toy shark swimming back and forth, making it look like it was gonna attack me. In total panic mode, I tried to leave the pool. Except I can't. Because the pool was slippery as butter. I did eventually get out and the end.