Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Frozen Food Isle Press

The room I'm staying in is painted like a hatbox. I feel like I'm inside a wrapped present & about to burst out. Also, I might be a hat?

I dreamed that I was a mini person and a normal sized bad guy put me in the freezer at a super marker to watch me freeze to death. So to save myself I tore into a package of frozen corn & built an igloo with the corn to stay warm.

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