Last night I dreamt about traveling to South America. The sky was turquoise and the rainforest was drippy. I was traveling the beaten path that led to the Atlantic Ocean. Along the way, I met a group of people asking: cómo te llamas? One of them was holding fresh lemonade while the other was making pancakes. I panicked and decided to run. I ran through the forest my white Air Force got very dirty. I could see a glimpse of the ocean and a rainstorm in the distance. The ocean looked like a painting by Picasso. I stood on the beach and I could see a Jack-o-Lope on the horizon. It ran to me and screamed, “Don't sass me.” I was standing in the ocean watching the clownfish pick at my feet.