Last night I had a dream and I was a superhero.
I had to go to a planet alien world where they eat humans with their mean forks.
Then, I went to a nice world.
it was called “Land of alien convention world with lots of grass that smells good.”
(I’m typing this as she tells me, and whenever I stop, she says, mom that’s not the end.)
And then the aliens left the mean world, and found a duck.
A very, very small duck.
And then they took it home.
And then they were nice.
And they were friends forever.
(you can stop typing now mom.)