Unlock Your Creativity
Plaza Mart? I was talking to someone. There are people there, as if they're staying in a dorm. I saw Solimar. He's far away, and keeps disappearing. I walked to the ground floor. There's some sort of play. Then I'm in the supermarket. I still can't find him. I'm in school. High school or college. I keep trying to get close to him, but can't. Either he drives me away, or there are people sitting beside him. There are a lot of chairs. A teacher. I found a high school classmate in their home. I asked him what he's doing. He said he's still in college. Or maybe his little brother, with only one class per month. Their parents are there. There's a puppy, and we played with it. We talked about dog training. I accompanied the mother to the dog training place. It started raining. We took a tricycle there. The mother complained that the place smells. We were directly on top of the sewer line. The guy there said the dogs are not for sale; just for show. We waited for a jeep. It's still raining. It's afternoon. There are jeeps that passed by, but they're not the right ones. We walked until we're near Victorias Crossing. It's already night. There was a van: Nyala. We chased it, and the mother was able to get in, but I had trouble jumping in. The conductor said to hurry up. The van is still running. I can't reach the bars. I asked him to pull me up. He did, but we were caught by the police. I saw his white, fat face, with a displeased look. We went down. We arrived home.