“I want to be one of those pretty girls...”

Date: 7/4/2019

Lost, trains, dusty desert environment. I was stranded out in some unpopulated place, reminiscent of where I grew up. I wanted to go back home. I got directions off and on from some other adults 25 to 30’s age wise. I am now in a coffee shop, presumably in or near my hometown of today. I was with a group of very pretty girls my age dressed in club attire, yet still sophisticatedly so. I was also beautiful and dressed the same. We were supposed to go to some club and have a good time. The group is splitting up and the more intellectually inclined (nerdy) girls are going to stay at the coffee shop and have quiet fun there. Of course I somehow in my quietness and unassuming nature get swept over into that group. I turn to the girls going to the club and say, “I just want to be one of those pretty girls who walks around having a good time!” just as if mr. Lucifer MorningStar had asked me my truest desire himself, for those of you who watch the show. I look out of the window and realize that everything is still that old dusty desert and we are either about to embark on another walk through this sort of Narnia or else we are trapped in the coffee shop. It is like this place is just some sort of Mirage or oasis in the middle of this lost place.