Last night I had a dream. I was floating in the Atlantic ocean with Donald Trump. The turquoise water was so bright it felt as if it was painted by Pablo Picasso. With no idea how long or even how we got in the middle of the ocean, we were going to starve and die of thirst. So we drank the water, 

Yay! It tasted like tap water. After hours of floating around on this bright blue water, a sea horse came up to us. 

“Hola! Como Estas?” the sea horse said.

Somehow Donald Trump knew Spanish and replied with a warm answer. We talked and talked with this sea horse for hours on hours till he agreed to show us to the closest island. The seahorse said his goodbyes and explained it was gouging to be sunshine with low chance of rain so we should be good for the rest of the day. We got to land and there seemed to be a person waiting for us yelling and screaming. It was Ben Franklin wearing dunk lows and a huge dragon tattoo. 

“Are you hungry?” Ben asked us while holding a plate of french toast with powdered sugar. We asked him how he got here and where this place really was. He said this place is Costa Rica. 

Ben said he owns this whole country because he became the new owner of Tesla. 

“That's Cap.” I yelled at him in a jealous tone. Next thing I know my friend Lauryn came out and explained how she doesn't know how to use Onomatopoeia in her new poem. At the very end of it all Donald Trump punched Ben Franklin in the face and whispers

“Girls just want to have fun…”