From the moment we arrived, I felt I was trapped. Those around me felt it too. We needed to find a way out. We walked many miles and many hours in search of something that could bring us back. It felt urgent that we go back that day. We were walking though a crowded market place for a spell book that could teach us how to get home. I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. It was my dad. I had no idea how he had gotten there. We followed him back to is little house and asked him if he had a spell book. He said he did. I could see a thick spell book on his desk. Instead of giving that to me, he hands me a goldenrod piece of paper with some writing on it in pen. There were many days and months in different boxes on the page but I finally found the one that said June 30. It seemed like a complicated spell and I was no magician.
“How do I get home?” I asked him.
“It’s easy really,” he said smirking at me.
“Oh I get it,” I said realizing that the paper was just symbolic. All I had to do was realize that I was in control the entire time. I just had to know it was a dream.
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