I’m improvising in the kitchen with all of the dancer girls. It’s white and tan with an island in the middle. The dishwasher is on the left side, and a door is over there, too. I’m chasing a hairy, many-legged, 8 headed spider thing, and accidentally half-squish it underneath a carpet. This makes it sad, and even though I didn’t like it at all, I didn’t want to hurt it! It goes to sleep, after opening each of its 8 heads and making sad faces at me.
We’re in (Minneapolis), looking at a wall made of fake rock that I helped build. We are right next to a train station that has lots of disney characters and weird children-themed thing. I comment to my friend that this is why Europe thinks we don’t have real trains - our trains are like toy trains! Hahhh, toy trains. Then a little boy is asking us questions about the “uncycled municipality” or some or tongue-twister. He’s 3 and can say it better than I can. I give input on where they’re going to put the plaque in the fake rock. I don’t want them to make another side of the rock flat so it will fit, because we spent so much time making it rock-like, but I know they probably have to.
