Thread:Z-FunWithBooks/@comment-38091275-20190221141432/@comment-37611621-20190223202233

Hm... I'm not sure. I forget most of my dreams, but my most memorable one was when I was three years old. I was walking down the road, and then suddenly, the world was turning into paper. Like, the streetlights were made out of paper. More specifically, newspapers. Covered in black-and-white headlines, the world was a papery place. Now, the only things that weren't paper, were me and my family's car. Yes, the people and animals and plants were now walking, living, breathing stacks of newspapers. Everything was crumply and papery. Then, every single living, moving thing came and turned evil. Yes, evil newspaper monsters. I fled to the car. I hid inside and they were closing in. Then I woke up.