A Dream

December 8, 2008

I had an interesting dream last night. My mom took me to the US for the very first time in my life. Naturally, I was excited and happy, eager to explore, but I forgot a lot of important things at home. I didn’t bring any nice clothes, I only had one pair of shoes (my brown boots), and worse, I forgot my Mac. We stayed in a place where my mom had business, some charity thing, I don’t know exactly. We were picked up by a bus in the morning and brought to a church (or is it an orphanage). I didn’t want to join her because I wanted to look around, so I asked for some money and promised to come back later. (more…)