My Pillow hasn't failed to deliver up another doozie. This time I was at a carnival. I was flying around in a sort of hover craft, something like a balloon. Although I did not seem to be in a kleptomaniac's dream, (I hadn't a loot bag or anything), I was not paying for the rides, (I was the ride), food, and other goods that I supposedly was stealing according to the good carny goers as they were out for blood. The women were outraged that I seemed to have "won the most". Guessing this was referring to the rigged games they have at fairs, but I don't remember playing any sort of games or eating cotton candy, french fries, and funnel cake. No. One woman got very spatty and said, "She did not win the most!". I was just trying to fly away from them, the mob. I took them as a threat. Attempting to navigate away from the carnival, into the trees, I found myself under a bridge, floating. There were some seagulls, and it appeared to be twilight, although it was dark at the fair. I know, because there were red and yellow twinkle lights.
