(not sure what time this is in, I think the 1800's) I go to the scrap yard with pappi to collect scrap so we can sell it. We are poor and meager. I see a goat. Goat sees me. Goat smiles. I scream. Goat screams. We're all screaming. The goat laughs at me and trots on over to be with its yellow eyes to ask me something. I listen to it of course because it's a talking goat. The goat speaks of a deal and if I complete my end, I get rich! I obviously accept. I don't know what I'm supposed to do?? So I "did it" and the dream time skips to the next two days. I see the goat again and am filled with joy upon completion of my deal. He laughs maniacally and somehow holds onto a money bag and gloats, "I never said I would give the money to you! Hahahahahahaha!!!" And he trots away behind some garbage pile with the money bag in toll. I drop on my knees and cry. I stand up, still crying, and call out for papi. Instead of papi, a tall man with orange eyes and not a cane but a dead goat walks out, he looks a little roughed up but smiling nonetheless. He holds out the money bag and says, "I never did get along with the color yellow." Then my stupid cat jumps on my chest, waking me up.
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AventureSo my cousin who I call midnight has been having very strange dreams ever since she met a guy in her dreams one time and now he's popping up wherever he does in her dreams from now on so well she's been telling me her dreams and we've been able to c...
