I had a dream the other day involving time travel and familial doubt. I'm pretty sure it was symbolic for something.
Anyway, my cousin
Maegan and I found this...instruction sheet of sorts, with a spell for time travel. We tried it out in my backyard and it took us to like, the 9th century or something really far back like that. We came back to our time and told our families. They actually believed us (someone said something about meeting Alther again. Alther is a ghost wizard in a book I read. Actually, I'm pretty sure it was Maegan's mom who said that), so we made them come to my backyard. I was getting ready to do the spell when my mom said that
she wanted to read it. I said "okay, here you go, read it well". So she read it and nothing happened and then every one started arguing about how we told lies and Maegan and I were just ... staring because we knew we were telling the truth! I took the instruction sheet and read EVERYTHING on it, including the advertisements at the bottom (I know, ads?). There was a sort of earthquake and Maegan and I looked at each other while every one else was still arguing. We through a space in my backyard door and ended up on the driveway. Everything looked the same, except for the
cars. They were all the old fashioned cars from like, the thirties. And then, lo and behold, this guy from my elementary school was there with his friend, and we were all tripping out, because it was just weird. And we grabbed our bikes and pedaled around my neighbourhood THE END.
Thanks, Maetangela, for believing in me