I dreamt I flew to a vacation island. It was a place where Europeans tend to go. There was a man and his son there in their speedos. I looked at the son and he was oddly shaped (not a human shape really). His head was the shape of a weeble wobble and he had a bit of a curved back. I feeling fleeted over me that I felt bad for him due to his shape. Then I looked at his father. He was a larger, older version of the same shape. He had a smile on his face and eyes. He looked truly happy and pleased. I then felt relieved and happy for them both... and maybe even a bit ashamed about my judgement.
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