Dear Diary,
I think this is just a strange one.
I was at a train station with my family and we were suppose to go to Las Vegas. My 5th grade teacher was there and the train was already full. My family was able to go on but not me. Then the rest of us who didn't make it, about 20 people including me, somehow had popsicle sticks with us.
"The ones with the large popsicle sticks can go on the train." My teacher said. Only a few people had a large popsicle sticks while the unlucky ones had to go home. I was one of those unlucky ones and I cried on the bench I was sitting on. I just cried as my family started to get farther from me and everyone else walked away with dissapointment, and then I woke up.
I don't know how this dream was created.
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