I was at my mom’s house fighting my brother and rusher outside and climbed a tree a little bit later I see my uncle sitting next to me and he says “you’ve got a magical power” and I ask what it was but he told me that he would show me, he grabbed a leaf and says turn into a stick and it turned into a stick then I notice that we are at my grand parents house and I show my new powers to every one but at the end I acedentaly created an explosion.
I open the door that leads to the backyard. Bright colors. The conflict of snowy winter and dirty spring. My recently deceased white dog comes slowly to me.
“How are you” – I’m asking
“The recent illness has knocked me down, now I’m less moving and lying more and so not bad” – my white friend answers me.
“Why black doesn’t talk?” – I ask, pointing to a dog that is alive.
“His time hasn’t come.”
I suggest scratching their bellies.
White dog lies on a black ground, a black dog on the white snow. They’re like yin and yang. I stroke them. We’re happy.
I was at St. Peter’s Square in the Vatican City. It was the size of a small city. Around was fog.
I was approached by Jim Carrey on huge stilts and said that I was the last Horcrux. Then he sat in a huge Tesla, and flew away.
Today I dreamed that I had a ginger kitten. When I started to stroke he turned into my younger brother and decided to start their own businesses. ¯ \ _ (ツ) _ / ¯