Sometimes I go travelling in a car.
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And sometimes I travel by foot.
I’ve never before travelled so far that I couldn’t come back the same day.
But this time I went a whole lot further.
I’m not even sure how I got there.
I don’t remember getting there.
But I was there – I know it.
I have proof.
I really went there.
I really did go to Sydney.
I went and hung out with a bunch of friends.
My person says it takes hours and hours to get there from here – even if you go on a big jet.
I don’t remember hours and hours and I don’t remember anything about a big jet, so there must be another way.
My person told me there is another way.
She says I probably went there in my dreams.
That must be it!
I never knew you could really travel somewhere in your dreams.
I guess I learned something today.
Because I’m not making this up.
I did really go there.
I’ve got proof.
And if you don’t believe me, click here.
See, I really was in Sydney, wasn’t I?
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