The Dream...

 Hey guys! This is a piece of writing that I have been doing in literacy about me meeting my past, present and future self ... in a train ... supposed to be looking for my chihuahua. WEIRD!

I’m looking …

For my chihuahua. But how did I get on a train? And why does it smell like fish?!

Suddenly, I look up …

And find myself standing in front of three people that oddly look like me…

I pick up three passports and read through them.

NAME: Savanah JR

AGE: 1

LIKE TO DO: Like to cover self in icky stuff (Don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t smell very pleasant…)  

KIND: Past self. I think…

(I think these passports are of my past, present and future selves…)

NAME: Savanah

AGE: 10 (Weirdly…)

LIKE TO DO: Watch Minecraft in fact. (Supa Weird.)

KIND: Present.

NAME: Savanah SNR (Or Savanoid in her time.)

AGE: 1,000,000 years old! ( But looks surprisingly young.)

LIKE TO DO: Haunt rattle dolls and play with robots.

KIND: Future (My future self is creepy…)

I look up from reading the weirdly satisfying, interesting passports and the past, present and future selves started to fade. Then, there was a streak of lightning that hit the train and BANG! CRASH! BOOM! The train topples over with a huge CRUNCH! 

(Gasp!) I wake up. I’m at home. In my bed, with my chihuahua… weird. Maybe it was a dream. Or was it…..