Dream Journal

It was a dark atmosphere, and we were running from malicious people. They were trying to get in a shiny black sedan. The first time Rebecca saw it, she noticed it was spongelike. She knew if she didn’t pay attention to it, it would become more spongelike. The second time she looked at it, it was actually made of sponges, with odd corners poking out. It was yellow and green like the sponges we usually use. The malicious people got into the car and it didn’t really work.