dream journal, 28
A whole bunch of people
are hoola hooping. Everywhere.
I'm on a red rug. We're in a treehouse.
A few nameless people, shaped like pairs.
There is a 110 foot Owl and a Jeep.
The Owl shrinks into the jeep.
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