i make a trash island and call it a form of art

Date: 5/24/2019

i was 4 or 5 years old. there was a party going on at my house. amy pulled me aside and took me outside. we started to make a trash island and we called it art. we sandpapered it together and we were very satisfied with it. i went inside and my room was like a hotel room. i slept and waited for my moms bf to go in my moms room. when he finally did, i snuck out of my room and i found some low calorie granola bar package (it was light blue and white and had a skinny bar on it) also, i was texting evan at some point in the dream. i told him that it’s so weird that we are friends, have phones, and know how to read and write even though we were 4 or 5. i didn’t even question if i was dreaming even after texting that because i am dumb. i went in the room where people were sleeping the day before and i found my purse. i expected $1200 to be in there, but there wasn’t nearly that much. i thought k**** stole half of my money and i was pissed. my mom called me crazy and told me to stop being dramatic