Angela writes:
I lived in the house I grew up in (it’s always a nightmare when I dream I live in Blaine) Suburbs full of Republican Whitey’s and everyone drives EVERYwhere they go even if it’s a couple blocks, theres no sidewalks. My husband was leaving me, I was very sad crying and crying and crying. I was going to have to get a roommate and I would never be able to leave to suburbs. I was being very pathetic about the husband leaving and begging him to stay for the kids and such. He wouldn’t budge. My brother was not pleased how pathetic I was being so he took me to the market and we bought many cows. I decided to raise them all over my yard in the city of Blaine. Continue reading
Alberta writes:
My little white animal, inside its tent for travel, goes mad, slashes the tent with a flat metal tool
I scream and drop it, run
The animal is mad
It is small, fast and ferocious Continue reading
I dream of dada 