KKK Parade

In my dream I was waiting around a full parking lot. There was going to be a parade soon for the KKK. Lety’s mom was texting me (sorry Lety) and saying she wanted to go to the parade with me because she always wanted to know what the KKK did. I was ignoring her texts and hanging out with my nephew Parker, who was an adult (in real life he is a baby).

I vaguely remember riding a train around in a theme park, too. There was black smoke coming out of the train.



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