It was weird. Then in the morning, I couldn't get Kriss to leave. I was angry– really angry (I've noticed I get mad in dreams a lot..) so the kids and I packed into our car– a little thing with a stick shift, and I left, but then tried to turn around and go back. … She had this little sticker like a price tag, but it was all edges up like a flower, and it had to go on the pass on the lanyards and then we had to get into line to get in these cars that would then shoot us to the entrance. …

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Curious Soup: Anxiety Adventures #10: Dreams