The earliest dream I can remember was a nightmare I had when I was around five or so.
I was at some place... I think it was supposed to be McDonalds, but the playground thingy place was as big as Chuck E Cheese's. Any kids perfect dream, right?

Well I was crawling through the tubes in the playground and I came to a corner where there was a kid in my way. He was staring down into the corner platform, which was lower than the tube by a couple inches; the bottom of the platform was covered in orange goop, reminds me of the orange goop Nickelodeon had in their logo. The kid said "Don't touch the goop, it makes you act weird." or something like that. So I went off and played somewhere else, and when my mom called me to come out because we were leaving, I slipped in a puddle of the goop! T_T
The 'next day' my mom took me to a doctor. He made me sit at a picnic table and examined me, and I started changing shape! He told my mother and I that the only way to cure it was to eat a bunch of Cheerios. So there I was, crying and spooning Cheerios into my mouth while transforming into different alien shapes with a little 'poof' sound each time.
Yeah... O_o;; My dreams are kinda still just as weird. Overactive imagination, ne?
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