Last night I had a dream that me and several friends were continually going back and forth between two worlds--our world, and a jungle/tropical island. How would we get there, you might ask? We'd all stand in a shed/barn and we'd have to believe that it was possible to get to the other world. When the forces of natured decided that we had true belief, a green mist would come from the woodwork in the barn and surround us. When it dissipated, we were in the shed on the other world. I can't help but imagine that the mist was somehow inspired by my recent viewing of the new Chronicles of Narnia movie. I don't remember much of what we did on the other world other than I know we hiked a lot, and I was almost always running. Also, I remember that there were big spiders on this island as we found a dead one which I quickly booted out of the way.
DST.
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