.The red swiss army knife.

"Mum, I want that big, red swiss army knife, pleaaaase?"1

We were in the mall. I saw this magnificent swiss army knife that I really wanted, but one dream, would make me change my mind.2

I was in my house, with my friend ric, we were in my house playing. I was looking through a music bin, when low and behold, there was that my big red swiss army knife I wanted!3

I ran outside and showed it to my mum, and brother who were outside gardening. "Mum, thanks so much for the knife!", My mum replied, "Honey, I got you no knife!", my brother then said, "go on trina, open it!"4

I tried hard to open it. I couldn't get it open. after awhile It switched open, thousands of cartoon characters poured out of the knife. They started chasing me everywhere. I ran to my neighbors yard, there I hid behind a bush. I didn't know what to do. All of a sudden I was holding a peice of bark and a red pencil.5

Ric shouted, "Hurry! In order to save your life you have to write ancient symbols on the birch bark with that red pencil!"6

I did so just in time, just as one of the cartoon figures was about to eat me, I wrote them all down. They disappeared, and I survived.7

After that day, I never wanted a swiss army knife again.8

Now, I have no clue what the "moral" of this dream was for, maybe to warn me not to get eaten my a cartoon character, or maybe just not to buy that knife? The answer, I do not know, and probably never will.