I had this dream where I was living on planet Le Devon. There were no roads, just tracks and all the cars looked a like. The houses were suspended above the planet. And it was like walking on a stretched out blanket. You took tests to get points for food. Your food looked like candy and came out of a machine, but tasted like crap. You got to choose what your food did for you. From making you smarter in math or even more popular. The beaches waved like the ocean but gently like a blanket blowing in the wind. At 5pm every day on a loud speaker someone would talk and fill you in on the news. And then list off who was not longer "good" enough to be on the planet. This voice would say their name, their infraction, and then they get sucked up into the sky. They did have a chance to come back if they proved they were good enough somehow in the sky jail. AKA another planet
spitfire:
Uh... I wish I dreaming like that. That sounds pretty rad
angryadam:
Bradbury style. Nicely done.