I had a weird dream about Mars. At first it was nice ...

I walked for hours and hours, but there was no end in sight. The air was thin and I could feel the coldness seeping into my bones. Finally, I came to a dead end. I had been walking in circles. I was so lost, I could have been on Mars for years and I would still never find my way back home.

I sat down on the ground and put my head in my hands. I was so tired and I had no idea what to do. But then I heard a noise. It was like a car, but it was too low to be a car. It was coming closer and closer. I could hear the engine growling and I knew that it was going to stop. I didn't have a choice. I had to get up and face it.

When I got closer, I could see that the car was a garbage truck. The driver was a mean looking man and he was looking at me with contempt. He shook his fist at me and I could see the garbage bags in the back of the truck. He was going to dump all of his garbage on me and I would have to clean it up.