I love you. I used to have reoccurring dreams as a child about entering the world of Richard Scary. I had so many animal friends and we’d go on field trips every day. The dream only ended when I crossed the fence back to “my side”. I would get tired in the dream and say I should go. I said my goodbyes and one time I told a friend (elementary school) about my dream and it never happened again. I still miss my animal friends and I’m way older now.

Perhaps it was a coping mechanism as I grew up being transferred through foster homes pretty frequently as a kid.