Smurfs

I dreamt that I was running over rolling hills of grass, just beautiful, green grass as far as I could see.  With me in the grass were hundreds of surfs, surrounding me and running, also.  Every so often, I knew that a surf wanted to talk to me, so I paused and picked one up.  When I did so, he would become human size and we could talk face to face.  Then I would put that one down in the grass, he would turn small again, and we would resume running.  I would pause again in a bit to pick up another one with something to say.  This just continued like that.

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