🍓 Dear DreamBook Entry #9
How to Telepathically Talk to Your Sister
(When She’s in the Other Room Eating Cereal)
Dear DreamBook,
We were testing something important. Something psychic. Something sisterly. Something… telepathic.
✨ Send a brain-message from me (Luna) ✨
✨ to my sister (aka cereal girl) ✨
✨ while she sat across the house, eating that pink sugar galaxy cereal with the little moons in it.
I sat crisscross on my bed like a mystic frog. Focused hard. Imagined my thoughts as glittery spirals. Pushed them out like:
…Nothing.
Except… a spoon clattered to the floor in the kitchen.
Coincidence?? Cosmic sign?? Unclear.
She tried next. Didn’t tell me what she was thinking. Five minutes later:
BOOM. Mental blast of a fake commercial.
I blinked. She walked in at the same time. We both stared. And said, in unison:
🌀 And then it got stranger…
And I’d finish: “a cat wearing a tophat speaking French?”
She gasped. I said, “You were gonna say that.”
She said, “YOU were gonna say I was gonna say that.”
We pointed at each other like ✨wands✨ but it was just our one shared braincell.
We tested it:
She wrote a secret word in her room. I wrote what I felt in mine.
Mine: “fuzzy blueberry sweater.”
Screaming. Pillows. Psychic chaos.
Later:
Me: “…ghost in the hallway who just wants to watch cartoons.”
Silence.
“…Yeah. That.”
We paused mid-laugh, tilted our heads the exact same way, and said:
We are. We were. We might still be.
🌙 The Dream Returns…
That night, we fell asleep holding the same pink quartz crystal (for science).
We had the same dream. Again.
This time the cereal mascots had names: Captain Crunchiverse and Yogurt Oracle.
They gave us sparkly spoon-shaped medals and said:
Level 2 apparently involves glittery waves, and sparkley crowns.
We’ll let you know how it goes.
🧠Something cool is going to happen.
🥣💬