That’s Eerily Specific
Growing up, most of us had run-of-the-mill dreams for adulthood, like becoming a doctor and having 2.5 children, a cat, and a dog running around the yard contained inside the white picket fence. Of course, there were the outliers that wanted to be princesses with spaceships living in ice cream factories. There’s also this imaginative soul.
A house made of hotdog containers won’t last long, so we hope he has a backup plan. He won’t be there very long before taking a trip to the ER because eating raw wild animal meat is a digestive nightmare waiting to happen. He’d have a better chance at his Hatchet re-enactment if he at least considered a fire for cooking his kills.