Grace Gleason

It’s honestly lightly based on a dream I had in 3rd grade where I was a mermaid and some men were hunters and would hunt mermaids for food. Dream: I was in the pool playing water polo and then I went into this dark hallway to get a smoothie and then a fishing net was thrown over me. Next thing I know I was inside a shopping cart and he was looking for food to eat me with. Then I was a sandwich