Whenever you found yourself in the middle of no where, with fresh scented wind blowing through you, and a vision of the trees dancing with the wind appears right in your eyes, and then looking down you found your feet buried under the well trimmed Bermuda grass, you look around and found out you where surrounded with such g./reat colorful flowers, you are not dreaming. You are not in Wonderland nor in Fairytopia, surely you are stuck up 20 years behind the real time.
One day you found yourself lost in the middle of no where, and then a filthy annoying smell of the wind blows through you, and the painful raise of the sun heat your face, then you look around, surprised to find out there’s no shade at all, looking down you realize you were standing perfectly above the cracked dried soil, you look around to searched for comfort and was disgusted to found out you were adjacent to a swampy area where flies, fogs, and mosquitoes were infinity, you are not dreaming. You are not carried away by the power of Fungos in Barbie nor trapped 20 years ahead from the real time.
Think about it. You hold the power to change this ;))