.... daily journal (Trumpet, Squeal, Dangerous, Reek, Crafty)

...We came into the... brightful room filled with crafty pictures and items all over the room. The room's color on the walls was so intense, you had to cover one eye to look directly at it. but there was a dangerous feel to the room that all of us had felt and no one could explain the feeling. the feeling was like a hand pushing you down from the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of the carpet floor. Then as we all looked at the room and at eachother we heard a loud trumpet playing and every ten seconds a soft squeal came upon the playing trumpet. The sounds we heard made us worry, what was going on in this room? As the sounds stopped a burst of stick filled the room, the reek was so bad we all covered our noses, w ecouldnt figure out where all this strage stuff was coming from. Then all of a sudden i woke up and realized i was just dreaming.