Date: 8/6/2019
By Shonna
I dreamt I was inside of a house with a boy and his parents. They were praising him for making perfect cookies, sitting around a table covered in a white table cloth. It was the ideal picture perfect image of an American Faimly. All of a sudden I run to the door and see a tall "brown skinned man" standing outside with no place to go. I invited him in so we could feed him. The man jumped up with rage in his eyes, shouting "NO! To each their own! Get him out!" So I gave up the comfortable perfect home to walk in a flood with this man. I looked into his eyes and they looked like a tiger. All of a sudden I found myself all alone drifting down a flood of water with Native American feathers. I realized then, that they had all been killed and America is a lie.