Field Trip to Paris...In the Desert.

Had the weirdest dream last night.

It was the first day of Seventh Grade, and I kept getting lost. I was losing track of all my folders and classes. (The school was built out of bolders) The next thing I knew, the teacher announced we were going on a field trip to Paris. I went on a plane with the rest of the seventh graders. The teacher was the pilot, and he kept making stops because he was hungry for cookies or something. We made it to Paris in about 20 minutes. (Very realistic, huh?)

We got out, and for some reason we landed in someone's backyard. People were in the yard dangling from swings on their swing set. The swings were rotating around trees. Then, out of nowhere, the teacher (the pilot) asked for me and three of my friends to come with him. We ended up riding on a boat...in the desert. Yes, that's right. The desert of Paris.

A jumping cactus (there really is such thing...it's called a Jumping Choya that shoots needles if you get too close) shot needles at me in my back. The teacher was a wreckless boat driver!

Then I woke up right as the boat stopped in front of the White House.

It kinda gets me wondering what the heck happened to me thoughout the day that made me dream this!

P.S. HOW DO YOU RIDE A BOAT IN THE DESERT????

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