Ok, so I had this dream and it starts with me as a high esteemed black man in colonial times. Don't ask me how that works. Apparently I was on my way to a fictional country called Domingos. Weird right? Had something to do with an investment in coffee farming. Anyway, I boarded the boat which was full of caucasian aristocrats. Surprisingly they weren't that judgemental. After a couple of days a storm hits the ship and we finally get there. The captain says we've reached the island, but having been there before I know this is false. For some stupid reason I get off the boat anyway. During the trip to wherever the heck we are, I befriended a 12-14 year old girl. When night falls I awake to find a soft mass repeatedly bumping into my face. It turns out to be a balloon. When I look up, to my surprise many people have made makeshift tents. And one person was nice enough to make one for me. I also see that there are balloons everywhere. Being in colonial times everyone is familiar with rubber, but few have seen balloons before, and they probably weren't invented yet. Anyway, they're everywhere and people are looking around bewildered. Soon the balloons start to drift into the forest and the children run to follow them. The parents and others (including myself) dash after them. I don't know where everyone else went, but I got lost and I had to go back to the beach. Later in the week the balloons came back and so did something else. A pale figure was standing in the midst of the balloons. It was the girl I'd made friends with. She told me that I'd abandoned her and I told her I hadn't. I somehow convinced her and she faded back into the forest, taking the balloons with her. Months later after many strange happenings two Japanese ships land on the island and I wake up. They were steampunk ships too.

Always here,

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