Leave The Mud Camp
In a dream a friend and I were walking down a road when we found ourselves entering a camp. The street was muddy, the homes were old broken railroad cars and rusted trailers surrounded by mud. Mud was everywhere, and everyone we saw was dirty and caked with mud. I knew that we had to leave this area, or we would soon become part of the landscape. I turned to grab my friend’s hand, but she had wandered over to…