Dream diary.
Ok so last night I had this really strange dream, I dreamed I went back in time to meet the creator of dinglepop, but when I arrived the time machine had screwed up and my clothes had disappeared, all I had where underpants, I did indeed meet the creator of the game, and he was my age at the time, He took me to “borders” to get some clothes, but to get there we had to go on this walk up a small mountainous track through bush, with wobbly bridges and thin beams you had to walk on for parts of it. The creator of dinglepop didn’t know I was from the future, he thought I was from “up north” and when I let slip I was from the future and that in the future he would make loads of awesome games, he thought I was a bit of a nutter. I stopped telling him stuff because I realised I might change the future and then he wouldn’t make the games and that would just suck.
When we finally arrived at “borders” it turned out to be a tree house, owned by the local teacher, Mrs border, and the clothes she sold where the lost and found clothes from the school, We climbed up a long ladder and reached a hatch at the top that said “borders” we called out and she opened the hatch, for some reason my mother from present day was inside drinking tea with Mrs borders, and on the ground was a painting of the cupboards with the crime scene tape in my bedroom, which had apparently been painted by one of my mums friends.
MY DREAMS ARE SO! FREAKING! WEIRD!
