I dreamt of someone from a past life

It was all as it had been then

The same blue eyes

The same eczema ridden stomach

Where I would rest my head

The same laughter

The same deep misunderstanding

You never understood me

Never really tried

And then I was floating

Across an ocean of white

The whales sang for me

The stars shone for me

I found freedom

Dreams. An escape from the everyday monotony of reality. They transform mean teachers into ogres, crushes into royalty, and role models into knights in shining armor. Waking up after a good dream is like coming back from a magical kingdom, knowing full well you will visit its hallowed halls the next time you lay your weary head on your pillow.

Buffalos are trusting creatures.

This was the thought that was going through the young bison's head as he grazed the plains watching cloth covered wagons cross over the trails which had been well lined by the wheels of past travelers. He had no place to say that the people were going to harm him even if they had proven time on time again that they were dangerous not all humans are that may.

Besides why would a person want to hurt a buffalo. I mean we're adorable.

Momma buffalo used to warn that human would want us for our meat but who in the world would want buffalo meat when there's grass.

Grass is delicous! Espicially here it's all green and crisp with a very meadowy smell high quality grass. Humans and their stupid obsession with other animals meat.

He'd just need to stand there and wait for the travelers to pass before he could go to the otherside of the trail, the grass was better there.

A young boy jumped off of a wagon, grabbed a handful of grass, and hopped back on.

That dude knows what he's doing. He even got the gtoood side grass, he must be a pro. Maybe humans aren't that bad.

It’s dark, I can’t see...silly girl open your eyes. The sky is gray and it’s dark all around; I’m lying on the ground. I can feel the grass between my fingers, it’s wet but not enough to make my dress wet. I sit up and there are houses near me. Strange, these houses are small, like Alice in Wonderland small, I wonder how you could get inside?

But not everything is small, just the one house...so strange. The trees are normal, there’s a bridge far off...I should cross the bridge. I have to run... to the bridge. The urge to run is strong because something is coming....someone is coming. The wet on the grass, are the tears falling from my cheeks.