We were hanging out at a Carnival, which took place at school. I was with some of my eighth grade classmates from St. Pat's. She was sitting on the curb looking up at us and started telling us a fable, which related to the situation we were in, "It's like the story about..." I can't remember the names of the characters, but it sounded like a direct quote from a book with big words and specific names and dates. Words I couldn't even pronounce, let alone remember. I was intrigued and annoyed at the same time. I guess I was really just jealeous because I was never able to do that. The group was intently listening.
Then I remembered something my brother told me the other day. He said that, "Everything in a dream comes from your own mind." He would have a dream about something really insightful and realize he was the one that came up with it.
I smiled to myself.
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