Truck. Mud. Hills, Mountains. Adventures. Freedom. With a group of friends and family, we head up the mountain. Muddy, Scary, Control. Who is at the wheel, I cannot tell... Trees, cliffs, fear. Safety. MUD. We see some cartoon characters. Artfully crafted, they hang between trees like masks in a Haunted house. Trees, everywhere. Finally, we arrive at the lake. It is mid morning.
We don our swimsuits and head in. While still near the small dock, we notice a large green colored van, in front of it a fire truck, on another area of the dock, a larger part for vehicles. We wonder why the firetruck is there. He backs up. We search the water for anything. Then, bobbing about ten yards away from us is a motionless body.
We then notice a water park behind the lockers and restrooms. We head over. We slide down, having a grand old time! I look over, the body is still there. I cannot tell if the firetruck is still there. We head back. It is time to head home. Back to the trucks, back down the mountain. I wake up. It was all just a dream.
Just your average college student. Up late studying, unsure of the future, and determined to make a better world.
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