Hidden's Dream Journal

My brother had invented something that lets you talk to a person using your mind. I talked to a couple of people, but whenever I did that they said they had to go to the bathroom. I asked my brother if it was broken. I then scoped out my new room, which was a tree trunk shared with three other people.

We were outside my house, only it was kind of different. There was a plate of different types of chips, which were being split up among different nations. There were these bright blue tortilla chips, which were apparently from some long-lost civilization.

I went and helped a little girl get onto her bike, adjusting the seat and stuff. I think I'd let her fall off before, so she didn't exactly trust me. My friend's mom had more luck helping her.

There was a bit near the end where my aunt was running around wearing a very brightly colored bra on her butt.