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I discovered a regular thing I can do in my dreams, and since I mostly believe dreams have to do with the multiverse theory, I wanted to see if you guys wanted to try this, and if your results are the same.

This only works if you are mostly in control of the dream you’re having, meaning you are in complete control of your body, and you have some control over the environment. Find a large, completely blank white wall anywhere in your dream, but it works better if there are little to no projections (people in your dream) around. Walk up to it, but face away from it, and start pacing. You’ll want to pace perpendicular from it, and count each turn. On “ten,” you should be walking up to the wall, NOT away from it. You only have about a half a minute to do this next part.

Press the front of your body against the wall, your palms flat against it, close your eyes, and slowly, gently apply pressure. You’re trying to push yourself through it. It should give in like a wall of soft clay, and once you feel you’ve passed through it, you can open your eyes. If you look behind you, there is no wall, but the hole you just pushed through. It may or may not close up.

The rest of the area around you will be completely black, even the floor; it’ll look like you’re standing on nothing. When I first discovered this place, I thought it was bottomless, because I dropped a coin and it kept falling with no sound of it landing. I was afraid of it for a long time before a few projections showed me it was safe. Sometimes, when you go through the wall, you might feel a drop, as if the invisible floor of the blackness is a step down, but other times it’ll be a straight shot. I think it depends on where you enter.

If the hole behind you closes, it will be more difficult to return to your normal dream world. Don’t worry about that. Start walking in any direction (you can even walk behind the hole if it’s still open), and just keep walking until something happens. During your walk, it will be completely silent, and it might be kind of cold. By the way, if you want to take people with you, you must all enter through the same wall during the same thirty second interval. I’ve found that, if you enter at different intervals, you’ll enter at completely different areas, and it’s unlikely you’ll find each other.

What is this place? It’s a way to explore other universes… or at least one of the ways I’ve found. If you keep walking, eventually, the darkness will fade, and you will be in the middle of some random area in a different universe. You may or may not meet up with a different version of you. Be careful, because not all universes are… nice. I once entered a world where there were weird creatures that had uncontrollable sex drives… I was with two other people, and I was the only one who was able to run successfully without getting… assaulted. There was another weird sex one where… and I vomited… I encountered a family of a mother, father, and two very young children, a boy and a girl. I was first disgusted that the parents started having sex in front of their kids, but then their kids started getting involved with each other, and as I noped on out of there, I was pretty sure it was a family orgy. I was not okay with that.

There was a recent one where all of the people were short and adorable, short as in like three feet tall. They were all happy and easily frightened. The thing was, they were frightened of yelling, anger, and tall people, and as happy as they usually were, if someone yelled, was angry, or was tall, they’d know they weren’t from their world, and they’d kill them. Well, my friends and I were much taller, but were able to trick them by crawling on the ground… they weren’t that bright. It wasn’t easy to get out of there. I had another experience where a different version of myself had been captured and tortured by Annatier, and I had to fight her to free myself… confusing. I used a sword. Annatier’s fortress was guarded by her creatures.

The worst one I’ve visited twice now is one where everything is industrial, and everyone who is not the government is considered an experiment, whether mental or physical. The first time, a very drunk version of Erin has sold my rats to a gang of drifters, and they were trapped in a tennis ball container of all things. I had to try over and over again to save them, but it wasn’t easy because I had to navigate an impossible roller coaster of tracks that were broken in places. In my second visit, I had to run around a government facility to save my friends while pretending to be under the governments control. I freed some of them, but security was alerted, and we had to fight several… creatures… that took the shape of people we knew and trusted. I had a knife this time, and we all agreed not to attack anyone until they attacked first, but I panicked and accidentally stabbed a friend through the hand, and another in the leg. After that battle, we split up to find the others, but I was put in a difficult situation. The rest were held in the same prison that was a metal box with breathing holes, so I couldn’t see them. Some agents told me, “to let them out, you have to give yourself up. Otherwise, we will force feed them poison.” One of my friends said, “don’t worry about us, save yourself, we’re willing to die for you.” It made me feel like them being trapped was my fault, and I gave myself up. I was given a pill that knocked me out, and I woke up in a classroom to attend some mind control class. I resisted the mind control, but pretended it got to me, and was able to find my friends again and help them escape. I was captured again when we were trekking the sewers, and put back in class. The others escaped. As far as I know, I didn’t get out.

But I’ve found interesting universes that were nice. I landed in the middle of a market that had a sort of food garage sale. They were offering a variety of foods for a very small price, and food that was nearing expiration was free. In that world, the government required several communities to get together once or twice a week to get together their own food, go to the market, and do this so that those who could not afford to feed themselves very often could have a chance to get some “groceries” for the week. In our world, it would be chaos, and people would be pushing each other so that they could get food before anyone else, but this world was very polite, and everyone was kind to each other, so it was completely docile.

In another world, I was on a ship and made friends with a dolphin and sea pig… which was just a pig, but could breath under water. They both could talk. There was one that was all nature, no houses, and all the little creatures would say hello to me and watch me collect different shiny items I found in weird places. I asked them about the items, and they said I could collect as many as I wanted as long as I didn’t take any with me when I left their world. So I’d empty my pockets in a single area to show them I wasn’t stealing. Before I left, they started hiding them again… I guess it was fun for them.

There’s an area I find myself in often where there’s a game for couples. You had to go through a set of obstacles while singing the song it played, and posing in the right spot in various, fluffy lovebird poses. It was very mushy. But at the end, you’d come to a secret meadow the was cut off from the rest of the world for you and your lover to have a picnic and relax. No one else was allowed to go into the meadow until the game was played in reverse to get out.

I know there are more worlds, including one where I met a version of myself who loved to get drunk and party all night… but I don’t have time to explain them all. I’m sure you’re wondering how to get back to the world you started out in. Well, usually, even if the hole is still open, you can’t ever find it again. Like I said, don’t worry too much, because after you wake up, your next dream will start in a world outside of the black dimension. The only time you should worry is if you find yourself unable to escape from a scary universe. I usually try to scream to get myself to scream in real life and wake me up, but it never works. Try to wake your body up, if it doesn’t work, just keep running and trying to find a way out.

Another warning I have is, expect long walks. There was a time where I found a universe, but when I left, I didn’t find another one for the rest of my sleep, so I was just walking through blackness. Oh yeah, how do you leave the universes? Just like you left your first one; find a white wall, pace ten times, push through it.

Sometimes when you try to push through a wall, even the first one, it will remain solid. This might be because you did not pace ten times, you may’ve missed your interval to go through, or you haven’t relaxed and aren’t concentrating hard enough. It took me some practice, but I had some people in-dream to help me out.

If you manage to do this, please let me know how it goes, I’m very curious to see if others have the same experience.

 

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I never understood the term “millennial,” so I decided to look it up. There are different opinions on when the generation started and when it ended, but they all seem to include people born roughly between the early 80’s and the 2000’s. No matter which one people accept, 1990 always falls in the generation, so I’m considered a millennial. But there are many stereotypes associated with this generation, stereotypes that I’ve only recently started hearing. Apparently we’re liberal and narcissistic. I cannot call myself a liberal, for I have my share of conservative views, and I tend to think hardcore liberals are pretentious, acting like they’re fighting for a cause when all they’re doing is complaining and not doing shit about the problem. Yeah, I complain, but at least I don’t pretend I’m making a difference, though the small hope is there, the hope that maybe the right people will hear my complaints, people who have the power to change things, because I have no power.

However, the narcissistic stereotype worried me. For those of you who know me well, you know that I tend to punish myself for feeling normal pride because people have accused me of being self centered. My rational mind tells me that the only people who have ever accused me of being vain were people who knew nothing about me, but made assumptions based on word of mouth, misunderstandings, and little to no concrete evidence of me behaving in that way. Still, my paranoid mind tends to not want to listen to my rational one, which is one of my many flaws I sincerely dislike… uh… actually, hate. If I could think rationally when I most need to, I wouldn’t have to sabotage myself.

I don’t know how many times I’ve complained about people not being treated equally, or that good people need to be successful, not the bad people. Sure, as a child, I thought I was special, but don’t all children? Thankfully, even though I was as stupid of a teenager as all teenagers are, I at least had enough common sense to learn for myself that I’m no different from anybody else… well, I do know I’m better than people who make stupid decisions, but so is everyone else who is intelligent, so that still doesn’t make me better than everyone.

Even though I was pretty sure I wasn’t narcissistic, my paranoia said, “well, what if you’re a narcissist for thinking you’re not one?!” So, out of curiosity, I decided to take a few narcissist tests on different medical sites, not just any ol’ site like Quotev or something. With things like these, you need to take multiple tests to gather the most accurate information, not just take one and accept the result as proof. When a test is accurate, the multiple results will always be similar, so you can find the medium that determines where you lie on the scale.

PHEW. I’m not a narcissist. So here’s what you must do on personality tests: BE HONEST. Well, honesty is my code of honor, so naturally, I had to answer honestly, even if I wanted to check the boxes that describe the quality I’d like to have. A number of times, I checked a box, then reread the question, and said, “ah, that’s not entirely true,” and checked the one that was. It’s hard to be honest with yourself sometimes. If you’re insecure like me, lying to yourself on a test can make you feel like you’re fooling others into thinking you’re better than you really are, even though no one will ever see these answers or results. To overcome this, you must recognize and accept your flaws, and for many people, discrediting oneself is a huge fear. It makes people think that they’re bad because society wants us all to be perfect. One must accept their imperfections.

One quiz asked me a lot about how I treat other people, including associates and my love partner, who is currently Michael, and hopefully will be forever. I assumed “associates” meant friends, but it was hard to tell. I do my best not to purposefully hurt my loved ones, which are my friends and boyfriend. I could give less than a shit about people I’ve never even met; They’re not my problem. However, it seems I treat my love partner a lot better than whoever my associates are, and that’s because I’ve always valued love as sacred. Unfortunately, when off my medication, I do tend to blame things on other people that are my fault, including Michael, but that part of myself is not who I am, so I had to check “sometimes” on a few questions regarding hurting your love partner. I’m great when I’m medicated, so I haven’t done that for a long time, and even after I do those kinds of things, I can later own my mistakes when in my right mind.

So, what I learned was basically everything I already guessed about myself; I generally admit my faults and mistakes, I know when I’m wrong and don’t try to convince myself or anyone else that I’m right (except for when I am right, which in that case, no convincing of myself is needed), I’m unhealthily insecure (duh), I don’t take negative feedback well (double duh), I have overwhelming compassion toward people I care about, I actually am an introvert, and not a narcissist pretending to be one, I’m overly cautious about other people to the point where it’s not rational (DUUUH), I’m quick to come to conclusions that people are trying to hurt me when they’re not, I’m DEFINITELY not vain (yay!), I DEFINITELY don’t feel superior (DOUBLE YAY!!!), I don’t need, or want, to be the center of attention (i.e., exhibitionism), I often feel ashamed of myself, I do envy people who have something I don’t, and…. I feel EXTREMELY entitled. When I saw that one, I was like, “well shit.”

That last one I was not aware of, or had not accepted. It’s something I have tried to deny, so much so, I convinced myself that I did not feel that way. The thing is, the feeling is autonomous, I can’t turn it off, nor do I even actively think about it. It’s like walking or blinking. I’m not saying that’s a good thing, because it’s not. But after analyzing past behavior, I’ve come to realize that, not only do I unconsciously feel entitled, but I also unconsciously admit that it’s wrong, and I am ashamed of it. I often tell Michael, “you do so much for me, more than I deserve. I shouldn’t have to be a burden on you, I shouldn’t have to be constantly taken care of like a child. I do nothing for you that even compares to what you do for me, I don’t even know what I could do, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t be able to do it because… I don’t even know why!” I always tell him that, if I ask him to do something for me that I am perfectly capable of doing myself, he can refuse and tell me to do it myself. It does not make me angry or frustrated because I am capable of doing it. I also told him to let me know what I can do for him, but he rarely does… hell, he gets me awesome Pizza and Presents Day gifts, but he never even tells me what he wants me to give him! I went crazy on the italics there.

Last night, we were at Walmart, and he said he’d pay for the bread if I bought the pancakes (because they’re chocolate chip, and my sweet tooth goes CRAZY over them), but he forgot to pay for the bread, so I had to buy it anyway. He said, “I think you can spare the ninety-eight cents,” and I repeated, “I think I can spare the ninety-eight cents” in a sort of sarcastic, self-deprecating way. Then I said, “I mean, it’s not like you’ve done anything for me, right?” And he said, “no, not at all, I’ve never bought anything for you.” We are both very sarcastic people, so we are able to understand sarcasm well and laugh at the joke even though, technically, it’s insulting toward me. Well, if you can’t make fun of your faults, it’s harder to accept them, isn’t it? Acting this way is actually healthy, and when both you and your partner share the same opinions about said faults, it’s even easier to make fun of them. Truth be told, I really didn’t mind buying the bread. In fact, I buy his groceries when he asks me to because I am aware I never do anything for him. Well, I do, but only when he tells me to. I’m not sure why I do this, but I think it has something to do with another traumatizing factor of my childhood.

Welp, I ain’t perfect. I’ve always known this, I’ve always admitted this, and it’s not so hard for me to accept my bad qualities even though I resent them and would give anything to make them disappear. Sometimes you can’t fix things about yourself, especially when it’s too late, you’re an adult, and your brain does what it knows. So, if I feel entitled, I feel entitled. I don’t like it, it doesn’t make me happy, but that’s how it is. I feel ashamed of it, and that’s good, I should feel ashamed. I am also willing to help someone or do something for someone who has done everything for me, as long as it doesn’t stress me to the point of a panic attack. That’s… good and bad. It’s not great. It’s… acceptable in my book, and for the people who love me, it’s also acceptable in theirs. It shouldn’t be. That makes me both love them even more and hate myself even more. But still, I can admit it, and that alone is a quality that should be respected.

So, I may not be a great person, I have my definitive faults, I have poor qualities that are highly shameful and looked down upon….

BUT AT LEAST I’M NOT A NARCISSIST.

If I Could, I Would

It’s 9:30 AM, got woken up around seven or eight by my rat, Jerry, chewing on the bars. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Haven’t taken my medicine yet. Yesterday I saw a comment on an old video showing anger toward mother’s day that accused me of lying about my past. I wish I had copied it before I deleted it to quote here, but I wasn’t planning on ranting about this. Bad mood. Worse mood. It started out with, “That’s a lie!!!!” It then proceeded to tell me that everything I said in the video, everything I said about what Erin did to me, did not happen, that I was “painting a picture for my fans.”

Everyone knows I don’t lie by choice. I didn’t want to include the comment in a Hall of Shame video because that series is for entertainment, not for comments that get to me. This got to me. Maybe it’s because I still have to fucking deal with it, I still have to struggle with the problems she gave me. They even said that the police had been called because of ME, and not because of her. I wanted to chew this person out, but instead, I simply said, “either learn how to swim, or get out of the gene pool. You’re ruining it for the rest of us.” Here’s what I wanted to say.

How DARE you? For one, how can you possibly say something didn’t happen if you weren’t even there? You have no right or reason to claim something that isn’t true if you don’t know if it was or not. For two, I don’t lie, honesty is my code of honor. Sorry if you’re a two-faced lying bitch, but I’m not. For three, oh? It didn’t happen? So I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for no reason? I have constant night terrors every night for months at a time because I “painted a picture?” I have flashbacks, break downs, attacks, and my adult life has been ruined due to my broken childhood because why? My hatred for the woman who gave birth to me and was supposed to love me gives me permanent resentment toward parents and family in general, I have witnesses, which is the reason why custody was taken away from her in the first place! I was a child of the state! I had to be fucking ADOPTED by my grandmother, who was the one adult who finally saw what she was doing to me! February 14, 2007. That day, my entire life changed. And each year, on February 14, I get shell shock. It’s not as bad as it was a few years ago, but it still happens. But oh, I must be lying about that too, huh? Just because someone on the internet isn’t afraid to hide their demons, doesn’t mean they’re PAINTING A FUCKING PICTURE, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT. Good for you for having a loving, caring mommy! Good for you for being so PERFECT! Good for you for being a fucking IDIOT!! There are things I can’t do now because of what she did! NORMAL things! Like talk on the phone, for one! I’m TERRIFIED of anyone taller than me! I can’t wake people up if I wake up before them! I can’t assist someone unless I ask for permission first! People raising their voice, holding up their hand too quickly, holding up cooking utensils, ALL of that makes me flinch with fear! THAT’S NOT FUCKING NORMAL!! YOU ARE A WORTHLESS LITTLE BRAT THAT ASSUMES THAT, IF SOMEONE HAS HAD A BAD LIFE, THEY’RE LYING BECAUSE THE WORLD CAN’T POSSIBLY BE THAT CRUEL, RIGHT?! Get a fucking reality check! YOU’RE A MORON!! You’re one of the types of people that helps society rot in their own waste, and then throws it around at everyone with a fucking brain so that they have to deal with it too! YOU’RE A SHEEP!! Do you know what happens to sheep? THEY GET SLAUGHTERED!! I sincerely hope that something terrible happens to you. An accident, being in the wrong place at the wrong time, ANYTHING! People like you need to fucking DIE. To quote MJK, “I should play god and shoot you myself.” You’re fucking LUCKY that I’m not the type of person to hunt you down. I’d force you to look at every scar on my body that she directly caused, then I’d give you EVERY detail of the things she did to me, to the point where you lose faith in all of humanity, and finally, I’d do TERRIBLE things to you. But that’s one of the reasons I’m on medication, because I’m not just a danger to myself, I’m a danger to OTHER PEOPLE TOO. And when I take my meds today, this comment isn’t going to bug me so much, I’ll just shake my head at your stupidity, though I will still hope that you get what you deserve because the medication doesn’t change how I feel, it just makes it so I don’t feel things at extremes. But there’s a reason why people I know in person are AFRAID to piss me off. It’s because they know what I’m capable of. I’ve had countless people describe me as “scary,” and that’s not being overly dramatic. Yeah, I can say shit on the internet, but it doesn’t have nearly as much effect as it does in person, when you can see my eyes, hear my voice, read my body language, and feel my rage. I’d be your WORST NIGHTMARE, you stupid, egotistical cunt. You’d regret every single moment of your life where you deliberately tried to mess with someone’s head. Next time, you might not get so lucky. You might mess with someone who is the type to come hunt you down, and they’ll do it. They’ll find you, they’ll torture and kill you, and you know what? I hope they do. I hope that happens to you. If I could, I’d give you all of my memories of her, my trauma, the problems she caused, my nightmares, my fears, EVERYTHING. I’d give them all to you so that you’d have to deal with it, and I’d be free. You’d kill yourself. You would FUCKING KILL YOURSELF. And I would not care. Then again, if I gave you all of the problems she caused, I wouldn’t be a sociopath, so I probably would care! Because empathy is a weakness! But right now, I’m wishing horrible things on you, things I’d NEVER wish upon anyone, things I won’t dare say on the internet because they are that terrible. I may be a fucked up person, I may have more problems than I can handle, I may be a victim to my own psyche, BUT AT LEAST I’M NOT WHATEVER YOU ARE. And if your life is already shitty, and you’re just pushing your misery onto other people, you DESERVE your shitty life. You deserve MORE than a shitty life. You are less than scum. Do us all a favor and die before you have the chance to reproduce.

Why didn’t I say all of that? Because I’m not that far gone. It’s only been like ten hours since I last took my meds, and that’s not nearly enough time to lose myself. If I had been off my meds for a good couple of weeks, I’d have written that, probably something worse, and then I would’ve had an attack. Thankfully, I still have enough common sense to tell myself that that’s what they probably wanted. They wanted me to chew them out. They wanted to upset me. They were probably trying to get a video made about them. Well, they got one thing they wanted; it upset me. While “Annatier” is whispering in my ear to teach this person a lesson, my sanity is yelling in my other ear that it’s not worth it, that this person isn’t worth it. My sanity is also telling me that ranting about it is a waste of my time, but hey, I’m far from perfect. Still, my fantasies are kept from bleeding into my reality, so I can live another day with a flawlessly blank criminal record.

In the most unrealistic of fantasy worlds, I’m friends with Hannibal Lecter, and we’d make sure this person was cooked to perfection. Of course, I would not partake in the consumption because I’m a vegetarian, but at least Hannibal would get to enjoy prime lamb.

My sanity tells me having fantasies like that is childish. Well, that’s what happens when you never got the chance to be a child. At least I can still differentiate between reality and fantasy, though sometimes I wish I couldn’t. Then I could lose myself in those fantasies to escape reality, and I could live in a world that follows my laws, with fictional characters surrounding me that do as I want them to do, behave how I want them to behave.

Alas, this is why I’m not technically considered insane.

WARNING: Adult content.

I had a stream of different dreams last night, some nightmares that had me wake up in a cold sweat Will Graham style, and a few others that were… pleasant. I’ll try to keep this shorter, as I’ve got to leave at one o’clock for a dentist appointment; I had three teeth pulled last Tuesday, and this is the follow up.

The pleasant ones involve Randy, funnily enough. Remember how I said I hoped I never saw him again? Well, I did, but this time (we’re now speaking as if the dream/multiverse theory is 100% fact), I saw him in two different parallel universes.

The first one was a universe where I refused the offer to stay at my aunt and her wife’s house during the summer before senior year. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read this.) However, there was about a week long period where I didn’t call or text Randy at all, and it was because of a series of checkups with my doctor about my sleeping episodes and the goo I cough up. When I finally called Randy to meet me at the park, I gave him the TIGHTEST hug ever, though he showed some disdain, and he said, “I almost thought you forgot about me.” I told him that I felt guilty, that I should’ve called him, but next thing I knew it, it had been a week, but I definitely did not forget about him. By the way, because I wasn’t going to my aunt’s in this universe, that day in his room never happened. Still, it seemed to become more apparent to him that I was starting to like him back, and after hearing me tell him I had wanted to call him so badly, he was acting more confident. Not only that, but he almost seemed more mature, like how a controlled seventeen year old should be.

We walked around the park a bit, but I didn’t bring him into the forest; I was feeling selfish and didn’t want to distract him from me. He told me he stopped hanging around his old crew, he stopped doing drugs, drinking, tagging, and he hadn’t felt so calm in his entire life. “It’s like there’s nothing to be angry about,” he said. I noticed his hair was starting to grow out too. I said he should apologize to Max about how he treated him for so many years, but he confessed that he wasn’t ready to admit that wrong to him yet. “One step at a time, I guess,” I said. We walked and talked until it started to get dark, and then we hugged and parted ways.

I spent some time with my other friends for a couple of days, and then Steve called me, saying that there was a video game competition, and Randy wanted me to be on his team. It was a first person shooter we had played at his house, but I wasn’t very good at it. I said, “if Randy wants to win, he shouldn’t have me on his team.” Steve said that didn’t matter to him, he just wanted to do something special with me, and this warmed my heart. Of course, this still meant trying to win, so I spent a lot of time at their house practicing. I uh… still wasn’t too good. XD

I ended up seeing Randy’s room at some point, and unlike in the other universe, it was actually clean. There was no mirror that had been punched, probably having been discarded after Randy started to feel well enough to clean, the bed had sheets, wasn’t filthy, and there was no knife. Even the curtains were open. There were open spaces on the walls where I could tell posters had been torn down, and he had a neat stack of CD cases next to his stereo. When we were in there, his father told him to keep the door open, but he disobeyed, quietly shutting it and grinning at me. I felt nervous, but sneered flirtatiously, “are you expecting something to happen?” He sat me on the bed, sitting very close next to me, putting an arm around my waist and resting his forehead on my temple.

“I don’t expect anything, but I want it,” he said. I giggled, my heart pounding, and my teenage hormones were screaming at me. I still had some common sense, though, so all I did was gently touch his forearm, which was resting across his own lap. When I did, he placed that hand on my knee, nuzzled my temple with his nose, and admitted that he wanted to kiss me. I felt like Randy was the type of person to aggressively start a make out session, but that was the old Randy; this Randy was so under control, he no longer acted like a desperate boy, but a smooth man. I couldn’t help it. I turned my head and met his lips. It was brief, and he didn’t push it further, but his expression was the happiest I had ever seen on his face. We ended up lying on his bed and cuddling, though at some point he turned on some music, and that’s how I discovered we had similar tastes in that area. While we cuddled, we talked a little bit, but he kept caressing different parts of my body, though nothing too close to anything… important.

Steve ended up walking in, scolding Randy for disobeying their father and closing the door. Randy wasn’t even upset that he hadn’t knocked before entering, just shrugged it off and turned down his music to hear what his brother was saying. Steve noticed the lack of hostility, and that we both also were fully clothed, and he kept a friendly tone, even teasing Randy, saying, “were you making out with your girlfriend?” Randy calmly replied with a no, not even a blush, and I was so impressed, I never wanted to make out with him so badly. >_< (I guess I can’t keep this short, I have to go. Not that that matters to you, the reader… I’ll be back. o_O)

(Woo! No issues! I’m healing just fine!) Anyway, Steve convinced us to come out and practice with the video game again, so we did, joining him and Oliver. I mean… I was getting better… but my aim was off. It didn’t help that Randy and I kept flirting with each other. By the way, the game was some kind of US Military vs. Alien menace type thing, it took place on their planet, which was mostly purple and dark green, and I don’t exactly know the actual plot. Then their mother came home from work and decided to take us all out for dinner… she had a VAN now, so when we got to that blasted turn, she had us all get out and walk behind the vehicle until she cleared it. I remember crossing my fingers and saying, “please make it, please make it, please make it!” I kept expecting the van to topple over the cliff, but like I said in my last dream, she was an expert! She just didn’t want to risk killing all of us! And so, we got back into the van.

We were at like some… Italian restaurant or something, and the waiter was super rude for no reason. Then we ran into some religious nutcase that was so sexist against men, she started saying out loud that Randy’s mother and I would probably be tied in a basement and repeatedly raped if we associated with the four males for too long. Oliver was crying, and I could tell every single person in the family wanted to lash out at her, especially Randy, who was red in the face and clutching his fist. The family was too polite to shoot back, and Randy was trying to control his anger around me, but I was never one to not stand up for people I cared about. I stood right up, went to where her and her friend were sitting (which was within our view), and started chewing her out about how men and women were equal. I chose pretty colorful language, so she and everyone else within earshot were pretty appalled, parents covering their children’s ears, save for Oliver, because his parents were too shocked that I had the gall to do something like that. We didn’t get kicked out, but we got a strict warning, and the religious woman and her friend left.

After dinner, we took a walk around the town at night, Randy and I lagging behind everyone else, Oliver on Steve’s shoulders, the parents in the front. Randy told me that my standing up for guys was really awesome, and kind of sexy. I clutched his hand, leaning in close to him, and said, “sexy, huh?” I asked him if he thought I was sexy, and he laughed as if it were a stupid question, and he said, “you should know the answer to that by now.” I admitted in a whisper in his ear that I thought he was sexy too, and after that, our flirting became a little less PG, and I allowed his hands to have just a little more freedom when they wandered.

Before they drove back home, I said goodbye to them, and I told Randy I’d text him. I walked to my house… I still haven’t seen my parents in this universe! It was like… they were home, but I never actually saw them! I just went up to my room and thought about my now obvious boyfriend, even though neither of us actually said, “will you go out with me?” It was just something that didn’t need to be said. I wondered to myself how far I should let Randy go… I mean, I was seventeen (in this universe, I hadn’t lost my virginity yet), so it wasn’t like we were still kids. I also thought about our past, everything that Randy and his friends had done to me, and the drugging incident came to mind a few times. But I was changing him, just like Steve had said at the beginning of the summer. I couldn’t even remember the last time Randy had actually lost his temper, but then again, I didn’t see him as often as his family did, so I decided to shoot a text at Steve, asking him when the last time Randy blew up was. “Not since the school year when you and him weren’t talking.” I made a mental note to ask about that next time I saw them.

I didn’t go back to their house for a few days because I went to have a slumber party with my girl friends, which isn’t really the same thing as a bunch of tweens having a slumber party; we didn’t give each other makeovers or fight with pillows or talk about boys, no, we ate pizza, chips, ice cream, and watched a bunch of movies. I’m not as big of a horror junkie in this universe, so my tastes in films were more diverse. Even though I spent that time with them, I made sure not to neglect giving Randy attention this time, texting him whenever I had the chance. I remember one text that said, “our cat just threw up in Steve’s room. He was whining about it, and then I told him that all cats throw up, it’s normal. It’s normal, right?” I told him hairballs were normal, if the cat was throwing up food and junk frequently, there was something wrong. He confirmed that it was just a hairball.

I immediately went back to his house after a day to myself. I was drawing, apparently… of course I was a way better artist than I actually am… I don’t remember what it was though. Anyway, we were playing that video game as usual, but Randy started saying he was getting sort of bored, so he insisted he’d just watch us play. I soon learned that this was just an excuse to discreetly tease me while his brothers were distracted, and I tested to see how far he’d go if I didn’t protest. I didn’t stop him when he put his hands in between my legs, and this was obviously a triumph for him, so he didn’t stop… it was difficult for me to focus on my aim. T_T Eventually, I said I was bored too, and Randy and I casually mentioned we’d be in his room. Again, he closed the door, and I let him push me onto the bed, pin me to it, and kiss me as deeply as he wanted.

Both of his hands were busy playing with my hair, but I decided to pay him back with a firm grope through his pants. He broke the kiss and gave me a look that said, “I can’t believe you just did that.” I guess he didn’t expect me to be so forward, that maybe I’d ask first. But he didn’t ask, it was simply silent consent. I told him I couldn’t help it because he had turned me on, and he admitted that he’s fantasized about me for… pretty much the entire time he’s known me. His feisty happiness dampened when he brought up the drugging, and he said, “even though I already tried apologizing for that, I never stop guilting myself for it. I was such a selfish idiot, I was willing to become a criminal just so I could have you. I won’t ever expect you to forgive me.”

“And I won’t forgive you for that, but I can tell you’ve changed, so I think you’re trying to make up for all of those horrible things by creating new, better memories for us,” I replied. He said that he was in love with me, and he’d never hurt me again. He even said that he was considering going to a therapist to assist in his anger issues; even though he was in control at the moment, he didn’t want to risk an explosion. Ironic, huh? Because exactly that happened in the other universe. I said I was pretty sure I was in love with him too, and this was good enough for him at that moment, and we ended up getting pretty intimate. We didn’t have the opportunity to have sex because Steve rapped his knuckles hard on Randy’s door. He didn’t say anything, but it was enough to tell us that we needed to calm down and keep the door open. It wasn’t too much of a disappointment simply because we were happy just being together.

The video game competition toward the end of the summer turned out exactly as I expected: we lost. I mean, we didn’t lose too badly, we were in the top ten, but we didn’t make it to the finals. However, none of us were sore about it, not even Randy, because it had been loads of fun. We were sitting outside an ice cream parlor with cones in our hands, and Steve joked, “if you two hadn’t been making out so much, we would’ve won.” Randy said we only made out once, but Steve said, “really? Well your guys’ attention definitely wasn’t on the game, was it?” Oliver, being twelve, didn’t fully get what that meant, but Randy and I just laughed. When we were walking to his car to drive back to his house, he told us that, if we were going to try and fool around, we’d better do it when no one was home, like tomorrow around two. Nice hint there, Steven.

Long story short, the next day, their parents were out and Steve took Oliver to a movie. The teenagers left behind finally gave in to each other, and that was that. It certainly wasn’t the last time, either. Our relationship was… solid. There were no problems. I asked Randy what he got angry about the last time he blew up, and he said it was because he thought he fucked up when I first went to his house. He punched his mirror after we didn’t talk for a few days, wondering what he did wrong, and why he was so messed up, and then spent the rest of the school year in a deep depression. When summer started, and I came over the second time, he said he felt like the angry part of his soul had rushed out of his body in a single exhale. Still, he knew he wasn’t healthy, and he said, “if I want to continue being with you, I’m going to have to get help. I don’t want something to set me off and I end up hurting you.” He had become so sweet and thoughtful, and yet still retained his confidence and sassiness. It was like the old Randy had died.

The school year started, and Randy ended up refusing to hang out with John and Jose when they first approached him, saying that they no longer shared the same interests, and they were both flabbergasted to see him holding my hand… as was the rest of the students who knew us. I hadn’t told my friends about our relationship, and they hadn’t seen him for a whole three months, so they kept warning me about him. Max also said I was making a mistake, and I could see how hurt he was that I had chosen Randy out of all people over him. I tried to tell them all that he was better, but it didn’t help that being back at school brought back a lot of stresses for all of us. Randy was a bit short tempered again, and I was scared about him relapsing, but that very first weekend, he told his mother he wanted to see a psychiatrist, and they set up all sorts of appointments for therapy and all of that.

After that, he never even skipped an appointment, having to cancel a few dates with me to ensure he never missed one. The difference was incredible. He’d come to school acting more like he did during the summer, and he explained to me that he had anger issues due to some psychological problems, so he was on medication, and his therapist was teaching him things to do whenever he felt his temper rising. Everyone we knew at school was in disbelief when they noticed how calm and content he was, and he never picked on anyone, laughed from happiness and not from causing other people pain, and he was even keeping up with his school work, so his grades didn’t slip. He wasn’t void of negative emotion, of course, he still got angry, but now it was because of real things instead of little things, and he reacted at the level the situation needed to be reacted to. He was so much more mature, and I had no regrets.

That’s as far as I saw of that universe. Next, I found myself in a different one where I still had my old dog, Kona, and my old cat, Tiger, but we lived in the filthiest house… but I won’t go into that one, because the next pleasant one was another parallel universe with Randy, but this time, he didn’t have anger issues at all. He wasn’t friends with John or Jose, but was friends with Max, and in our freshman year, he only watched me every so often. It wasn’t until some kid was picking on me that Randy defended me, for he still developed a crush on me in this universe, and he ended up getting punched in the gut. That was all the damage that had been done because a teacher saw it, and took the kid to the principal’s office. I thanked Randy, and we introduced ourselves.

I only recognized him, as he was in one of my classes, Math I think, and I had said, “oh, you’re in one of my classes!” He said he saw me drawing a lot, and then dug into his backpack and pulled out two buttons with characters from some video game. “Do these interest you at all?” I said that they did, so he gave them to me, and that started our first conversation that led to a loose friendship.

In sophomore year (our friendship much tighter at this point), I had that sleeping attack that sent me to the hospital, and when I came back, he had a card and some balloons. He had said that his parents didn’t allow him to go see me in the hospital because they didn’t want him distracting the doctors, but I was still happy to receive the gifts. That year, he was in my English class instead of Geometry, and that bitchy teacher was harking on me for “faking sick” just so I didn’t have to do the work because I was stupid. Randy stood up, came over to me, and pulled my binder out of my backpack without asking. He held it up and said, “this thing is filled with so many notes, she has trouble closing it. She has to hold the extra papers together with a paperclip, which is getting weaker the more she adds. She’s never skipped assignments or tests before, so why would she now? I think I speak for all of us when I say you need to leave her alone and just do your job.”

The class vocalized their agreement very heartily, but she still gave both of us detention, even though I hadn’t spoken out of turn. Still, he didn’t regret standing up for me, just like any other time he’s stood up to a student, and he took pride in serving the detention.

That’s all I saw of that one, I didn’t see if we ever got together or anything. I also didn’t see too much of Max, just in some of my classes, but we didn’t converse much because Randy wasn’t too close to him after he became friends with me. I don’t think Max ever developed a crush on me, but he was definitely sturdy and able to fend for himself instead of the cowardly version of him in the other two universes.

I’m not sure why I saw these, especially in one night. I have never seen these other versions of Randy; it was always him from the first universe. It’s almost like my mind was making up for showing me that awful reality by taking me to others that showed me that, because of different circumstances, Randy was actually a good person in alternate realities. It’s comforting, actually, whether these are dreams or other universes, because it shows me that, if things had gone a certain way, Randy would’ve had the opportunities to get help. I assume the second one was a universe where Randy just wasn’t born with any mental problems. So… he was a good person overall, it was simply the paths he took that led him to different consequences, both good and bad.

Now, if the dream/multiverse theory is correct, where does my reality fall in this? I once had a dream where I was sent to a universe where both my parents never had problems, where I wasn’t a mistake, and everything was great… I was even pretty. I wonder if that’s in the same realities where I knew Randy, because in that one, I never went to California… then again, in the last dream, I knew Michael and ended up marrying him. If the theory is correct, does my universe have a “Randy?” If so, where is he? What kind of person is he? I knew a Randy in middle school, but for one, he looked nothing like this one, and for two, I’m not actually certain his name is Randy because I just know it starts with an R. Moreover, does this person even exist? Was he even born? I don’t remember anyone who looked like him in high school, but then again, in those universes, I attended a different high school…

Maybe (this is still if the theory is correct) those universes were ones where I never left Alpine. Those cliffs definitely look as though they could be in Alpine, and so does the scenery. I met Randy in high school, so maybe he never went to the same middle school I did, and I never attended high school in Alpine in my universe. What if, if this theory is correct, a version of Randy was at the high school I would’ve went to if I hadn’t moved away? I can imagine I’d move here some years later after what he did to me, so I would’ve met Michael, and Alpine is only forty-five minutes away. The only reason I moved out of Alpine was because my so called mother was a terrible person, and we had to mooch off my grandmother… who later adopted me because she and my aunt called the police on her after witnessing her abuse toward me, and custody was taken away from her. Then again, what would explain Sempai going to high school with me in those universes?

Well, Sempai does believe in fate, as do I, and she believes that we were meant to become friends no matter what life we’re living. She believes we’re “soul friends,” that reincarnation exists, and that we’ve been friends in past lives as well. What if this is all true? What if certain things led her to Alpine just because the forces were making sure we were together no matter what? It’s really crazy if you think deeply about it, and connecting certain events actually makes it make sense… I wouldn’t understand half of this if I had never seen Donnie Darko. XD

I am really supporting this theory now, but it’s nothing for me to dwell on, study, or try to prove. I just think it’s interesting and a good learning experience. If it’s real, awesome, maybe I can learn to control where I go. If it’s all bunk, cool, but my mind has a wilder imagination than I originally thought. You know, in this dream, I was able to enter a dimension where I could see and choose a universe to enter… what if that was real? That would mean that universes with magic exist, which would explain my powers and abilities in some. But if this is all real, I just have one question…

Where the fuck is the purple universe I went to when I was four?!? Everything was purple!! WHERE IS THAT UNIVERSE????!!! XD Aah, I’m glad I already forgot most of the nightmares I had last night. And my teeth are healthy, Mike is making spaghetti, we have ice cream, and my rats are rats. Today’s a pretty good day, I think. Foo, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to say that.

WARNING: Long, includes extremely mature and upsetting subjects.

I am seriously terrified about what happened last night. First off, there is a theory that, when you dream, you’re actually getting a glimpse of the lives of other versions of you in different universes. For a few years, I’ve mildly supported this theory because of my own dreams seeming to be connected. However, after last night, I definitely support this theory, though I cannot and will not say that it is true, because I don’t know for a fact that that’s what’s happening.

So I’ve already mentioned that my dreams have ongoing story lines, and that there are many things, people, and places that frequently appear. I will now write this entry as if the dream/multiverse theory is a proven fact. If I put an asterisk next to something, it means I’ve confirmed it’s in the same universe as last night’s dream.

Places that exist in one or more of the other universes I go to:

  • A bakery- located on the corner of two streets in a town that resembles somewhere in Germany or Italy. There is a dark green metal lamp post, the type you’d see in an old fashioned town, and the walking areas outside of the street are cobblestone like this:

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In this picture it seems to have been raining, but in this town, the stones are all nearly the same shade of light grey. I usually find this bakery if I’m walking around a large building, and after I turn a corner, I see it sitting in a big plaza, and directly across from it is a magazine kiosk. The bakery sells many cakes, cupcakes, and other pastries, but they also have cookies, most notably the giant M&M cookie. It’s about five inches in diameter and has M&Ms replacing chocolate chips. I always get really excited when I find it because their sweets are REALLY good, but there’s always a line. Since the bakery is small, the line leads out the door.

  • The hotel- I usually go here on a choir trip. It’s very nice, but very big, having one hundred floors. Floors eighty-eight through on hundred are desolate, dark, industrial, rusty, and bloody, resembling something from a Silent Hill game. There are monsters that try to attack you, though they’re pretty easy to run from. The elevators here don’t continue up, but you have to find a completely separate elevator to get to the next floor. On floor one hundred is Pyramid Head, who can also be outrun, and a set of stairs brings you up to the roof. This is the safe spot. The concrete is normal, but the sky is overcast, and it’s foggy. If you look down or in the distance, there are no other buildings, just fog and nothingness. The hotel itself is advertised to be only eighty-seven floors, the rest being for storage or something, but the main elevator can go up one more level, which I discovered by accident when trying to find my room. I always get lost on the floors and in the halls because there are so many, and I don’t have my room key for some reason. The lobby is really nice, large, and has a red and chocolate brown color scheme, the carpet and furniture embroidered with gold colored thread in flattering designs. In the very center is a lounge with armchairs, and in the vicinity are many different shops, overpriced of course, including a Starbucks. Sometimes the floors are slanted, or halls go around in circles… the halls aren’t circles, they just connect in a way where they lead you to the place you started before. During Halloween, there’s a sort of obstacle course in the halls you can go through, and if you make it within a certain time limit, you can win prizes.
  • The small school*- the halls are outdoors, and it’s a high school. The front is huge and grassy, and there’s a roundabout for the buses. If you’re looking at the school from the front, there is a hall to the far right, and to the far left are several concrete steps with the library sitting on top. It’s designed like a Roman building with pillars. Immediately after the library is the cafeteria. At the beginning of the hall on the far right are the office, nurse, and a window where you can pick up your schedule or ask to see lost and found. You also have to visit this window if you arrive to school late. All of the halls have overhangs, so they’re all shaded. It’s actually built on an ascending slope, so concrete steps were installed to go up to other classrooms. The slope is decently steep, and there are three levels. On the third level to the furthest right is my Geometry class, and the teacher is male, a bit older, and very nice, funny too. The classroom is large, and his desk is to the left, and in front is the pulled down projector screen. I’ve missed a lot of work because of my time in the hospital, which is also the reason I can’t perform in the choir concert because I can’t learn the music and choreography in time. Sempai is in my grade at this school, but we don’t share any classes. I have a group of four bullies, which I will explain later, and one other friend who is male, though I can’t remember his name. My English teacher is a skinny woman in her early thirties, has long, straight blonde hair, and HATES ME. I have no idea why, because I’m not a bad student save for my grades plummeting due to my hospital stay. I try to focus on my work, but she like… insults me in a very personal way, says I was faking sick, says I’m an ugly little brat, that she feels sorry for my parents (who are different than in this universe), and just acts like an immature bully. If I do the slightest thing wrong, she makes a big deal out of it in front of the class, though no one laughs, all agreeing that this treatment is unfair. In science, the female teacher has shoulder length dark brown hair, and she is much nicer. A lot of my classmates really like me, some of the boys flirt with me, but I’m really shy around everyone. I sit in the back of the class next to a girl with dark blonde hair and glasses. PE has been different for each year I’ve been there; swimming, track, and weight lifting. Speaking of the latter, I was put in a dancing class at the beginning of the year, but it was a mistake, and was transferred to this one. I was unable to attend my senior year because of an accident and another, much longer, hospital stay.
  • The larger school- this school resembles the high school I went to in this universe, except much larger, different layout, and it’s divided into three sections, one for elementary schoolers, one for middle schoolers, and one for high schoolers. I was a student here since kindergarten. After I graduated the first time, I took a year to myself, and then I went back to do another four years of high school, because you’re allowed to do that to raise your GPA. I’ve graduated three times, and am currently in my senior year of my fourth run, and it’s nearing exam time, but I’ve slacked off so much because I push myself too hard, and I don’t do my homework. I don’t pay attention in class, and I often fall asleep. I am considering just dropping out because it won’t do me any harm since I graduated the required first time already. The elementary school classrooms are actually in trailers that are painted colorfully on the outside, and the number of students per class is quite small. I’ve tutored the middle schoolers, up until one class of sixth graders accused me of being male, and they pulled down my pants to check. I smacked the shit out of one boy, so I’m not allowed in the middle school section anymore. I actually remember being a student in earlier grades, and in fifth grade, other kids wanted to be my friend, but I didn’t speak much and preferred to be alone. I don’t remember much of middle school.
  • The hospital*- I’ve been here a few times. The first time was mid junior year, as I mentioned before, and it was because I kept falling asleep at odd moments in class, and if a teacher tried to wake me up, my vision would be blurry, my body heavy, and I’d hallucinate. I could hear classmates laughing and making fun of me, especially when my French teacher tried to get me to stand, but I collapsed to the floor. While hallucinating, I thought she was a threat, so I told her to “get the fuck away from me.” She thought I was acting or something, but when she tried to send me out of class to go to the principal’s office, I started throwing up this gooey substance that wouldn’t come out all the way, sticking to the insides of my throat and making me choke. I stayed in the hospital for a few months, but I don’t remember it because I slept through most of it. Apparently I had a dormant sleeping illness that decided to wake up. Once it calmed down again, I was released, but every so often, I cough up a large amount of that goo, and sometimes I have to try and pull it all the way out with my fingers. Sometimes I will have relapses where I feel very drowsy, and that doesn’t help my grades. The second time was at the end of summer before senior year due to a traumatic accident I will explain later. The third was a pregnancy scare in early adulthood, which was REALLY strange because I had another sleeping relapse, and the pregnancy was discovered after being taken to the hospital. When they told me, I was still drowsy and heavy, but I told them to take it out, though they said it was too early. I told them that I didn’t care, to open me up and take it out. When they did, the fetus was still a microscopic blob of cells (how they detected it, I have no idea). I looked at it through the microscope, and they said it wasn’t too late to put back in, but I told them to get rid of it.
  • The entertainment center- Outside is a small farm that sells vegetables, has only three chickens, one horse, and a goat. When you get inside, there’s an arcade, dimly lit, but the games are all flashing bright colors. The floor looks like this:

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Except it has more blue patches and it’s darker. If you go up a ramp to the right, you’ll find a door, and that leads to the next section, which is super colorful, mostly pink, though, and there are fun things you can buy, and other fun activities to do. There’s a maze room where you have to navigate through while being stalked by a guy dressed as a tree, and if he catches you, you lose. You can start over, or leave. There’s a library filled with family friendly books, and there’s also a large area dedicated to more physical games. One is a complicated metal track that you run on. You have specialized shoes that allow you to run at fast speeds without falling. You can run faster than usual, but your speed still depends on how fast you can run normally. There are pads on the track for you to step on, and they zoom you forward even faster for a few seconds, but you don’t run, you slide. It’s not a race, your goal is to beat the highest time scored before you, though you can treat it like a race if multiple people are on it at the same time. There’s a laser tag course with multiple rooms, but you don’t just use a light gun, there are multiple “weapons,” like grenades that will trigger your censor if they “blow up” close enough to you, swords and knives that you have to use to strike the trigger of an opponent, missile launchers that shoot balls of light that can hit the trigger if it hits the opponent anywhere on the body, and a multitude of different light guns that have different abilities. They are all harmless, of course. Then there’s a giant trampoline gym with an enormous cube about ten stories tall. The outside walls are mesh so you don’t hurt yourself. It’s full of trampoline platforms for you to jump on, and that’s the only point, no scores or anything like that. There’s more, but I can’t remember right now, though I think I remember a fishing game. This entire section goes up a few floors, and if you want to return to the ground floor where the arcade is, you can either take the elevator, or take one of the slides that drop you into a pit full of pillows. Near the pillows are “luck and chance” games. Oh, and in the middle of the arcade is a huge digital screen that shows a number of video game trailers on a loop.

  • The forest*- There are two things about this forest that let me know it’s the same one, and I just found out last night that both of these things are in the same universe and same forest. It’s a vast forest located on the outskirts of a play park that’s always empty. The further you go, the darker it gets, but it’s absolutely beautiful, rays of golden sunshine falling to the leaf strewn ground through the tops of the trees, all of the plants are very green, and the dust particles in the air reflect light, so it looks all sparkly. The first thing I ever found here was when I got lost in the evening, and it’s in the very center. It’s the biggest tree, and it’s about the size of a small redwood. The trunk is a light brown, and seems to grow in a helix like this:

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Except the base is fat and it tapers to a smaller width about six feet up. I get nervous around this tree because there are large openings between the twists where heavy spider webs have been made, and millions of spiders dwell here. However, I can find a spot to climb without getting spiders on me, and I climb up so far, I’m above the other trees. Up here are small houses where little tree nymphs live. They were frightened by me at first, but when they realized I wasn’t going to hurt them, they’d welcome me, and we’d have tea. Apparently it was rare for a human to find this tree since the forest was so vast. The second thing was also discovered by accident at a different date. I was walking around, and I saw a couple of children run passed me, and then just vanished through an invisible wall that rippled everything beyond it. I had my video camera with me for some reason, so I turned it on and went toward where they disappeared. When I went through the wall, the forest became darker, but now all plant life was either pink or purple, the air actually had sparkling particles floating around, and everything looked so mystical. I saw the kids vanish into the trees. I looked behind me and saw two more kids approaching, but they were colorless, right up until they cleared the threshold. One looked at me and said, “you’re not supposed to be here.” Then they ran off. I stepped back out of the barrier, and the forest was normal again, and then I reentered, checking my camera’s display to make sure I was seeing everything right. I definitely was. Despite the kid’s warning, I started to explore, passing by a few human children, as well as some fairies and other creatures that didn’t exist in my world. When seeing the camera, they would whisper to each other and try to conceal themselves. I ended up meeting the forest maiden, and she was very angry that I had found my way into this place, saying that I would expose their sanctuary with the footage I had taken and ruin their lives. She started to throw fire balls at me that didn’t burn anything but their target, and I ran as fast as I could until I was back to my world. Apparently the things that existed there could not come with. I rewatched what I caught on camera, wanting to share it with someone, but I knew she was right; humans are evil, so instead of finding something like this and wishing to leave it be, they’d want to study it and intrude on those creatures’ lives. So I went back in and confronted the maiden, getting to my knees and showing her the camera. I deleted the video in front of her and set it on the ground to show that I had no intention of exposing them. That’s when the maiden explained that not many humans find their way in this part of the forest because you have to have good intentions to pass through the dimensional wall. Anyone else would walk through it as if it weren’t there. This explained why it was only children who came in, and why so few. Since then, I’ve been accepted as one of their visitors, and on more than one occasion have been invited back to play games. One time, a child approached me and whispered that the maiden requested me by name. When I came to her, she told me that there has been another adult who enters the enchanted forest, and she says she’s peaceful, but her behavior is much unlike mine. All of the creatures, and even the kids suspect that she’s some kind of spy, so the maiden wanted me to get acquainted with her and learn what she was up to. It was true, the government had sent her in to observe everything so they could take it over and use the forest and its creatures as weapons of war. She had gotten in because her “good intentions” meant doing good for the benefit of the government, a fluke the maiden had not foreseen. She put extra protection around her forest, and we were able to throw the spy out, and we could see her trying to pass through as a colorless, silent entity, but even though she appeared to be in our forest, she was still in her world. A few days later, government officials came around, and we saw them, colorless as well, wandering around the forest to try and find the dimensional wall with the spy’s help. After many long hours, they gave up, believing that she was lying. Since then, it’s been peaceful once more.

  • The library- A large library that’s usually pretty empty, but there is always a hidden nook that no one knows about that’s a paper sculpture, a miniature version of the library. A little paper monk lives there. It’s mentioned in this dream: My Mind REALLY Wants Me to Kill Myself
  • The road on the cliff*- in order to get to a certain neighborhood, you have to drive up a huge hill (or small mountain), and there’s this really sharp turn where the road is thin, and there’s no barrier, though, even if there was, I don’t think it would do much. One must take this corner incredibly slowly and carefully, or else your vehicle will fall off of the cliff and into the rocks below. During the day, this turn is scary, and I have to close my eyes and hope the driver has had enough experience, though there have been a few scares with some people. At night, there are no lights, it’s pitch black, and in order to survive this turn, you must have a small car and be an EXPERT at taking it, and I’ve only met one woman who can do this.
  • The mall*- I just found out last night that this mall is in this same universe. It’s large with five floors, lots of awesome restaurants in the food court, expensive makeup stores, cool clothing stores, and bright LCD screens as store signs instead of plain old ones. The elevators are half circles with transparent glass walls. There’s a candy store where you ride an escalator up for a few minutes, and candy is hung from garlands. You take down what you want and buy it at the top, though you’re being watched, so if you eat something and not pay for it, they force you to pay. There’s a beauty supply store were all walls, displays, floor, and ceiling are pure white, and their products are way too expensive. On the third floor is a fountain that creates a waterfall that reaches the first floor into a pool, and the water recycles back up to fall down again. There are colorful lights behind the fall so that the water appears to be multicolored. I get lost often because of how big the place is.
  • Glitched LSD game- there’s a version of LSD: Dream Emulator that has way more content than the original, and supports multiplayer. One time, two of my friends and I ended up getting sucked into the game and lost in its code, so everything was really glitchy. We’d often get separated if we Linked with something unless we were holding hands, and we couldn’t figure out how to escape. It took us quite awhile to figure out that we’d be let out at random, but if one of us got out, they could reset the game, and it’d shove us out. On days where we have nothing important to do, we play the game with the intention to get sucked in, and we play around until one of us gets kicked out, and that can take from ten minutes to an hour, though if we want to stay longer, we can just go back in. When we get separated, we can still hear each other speak, and sometimes, if we’re spawned in the same place after being separated, we’ll be moving at different speeds or have wonky textures.
  • The fountain- There’s a fountain with a female fairy standing in the middle of a circle, pouring water into the circle with a thimble held above her head. It’s in the middle of a zen park full of blossoming cherry trees. Beneath the fairy’s foot is a hidden latch, once opened, it reveals a ring box, black. Opening the ring box, it has no pillow, but is empty, with a heart-shaped locket that needs a key. There is an inscription carved on the back that looks like a Celtic design, but using a magnifying glass, you can read the words that say, “to open the lock, you must find the key. Find the key and you may bow beneath me, but you must search beneath to find the key. Your heart will guide you.” The first time I found this box (by accident), I had to search for days, not even understanding the clue to begin with. The lock was the locket, obviously, and it needed a key. Long story short, I figured out that “beneath me” meant the water in the fountain, and to search “beneath” meant that they key was underwater somewhere. The “heart” was the locket, and after searching many places around water, the necklace fell out of my hand near a fishing bridge, and sank to the bottom of the lake. When I swam down to get it, something under the bridge glinted, and it was a key. I opened the locket with it and found a small, flat, dark grey stone, which I brought back to the fountain. Searched the statue and found a small heart carved in her wing, and in the middle was a round depression that I placed the stone into. Around the base the fairy was standing on, four slots opened, and the water fell into them. I climbed into the fountain to discover I could crawl through one of these (bowing beneath the fairy), which I had to hold my breath to do so. Once I got through, I found myself in a shallow spring in the middle of a gorgeous garden. The only living creatures were the plants and the insects, so it was safe to assume the locket was rarely ever found, let alone opened. I hardly find the fountain anymore, but when I do, I can reach the garden if I locate the key again.
  • The city- There’s a large city that resembles LA where I get lost and can’t find my way home. If it’s sunny, I get horribly sunburnt and develop sun sickness, which I’ve had before in this world. Advice: wear sunscreen!
  • The attic*- A secret attic I can get to at a friend’s house that only she knows about. It actually exists above the real attic, it just has a secret door. You have to squeeze through wall foam (thankfully not fiberglass) to get to it, but there’s a lot of neat stuff up there.
  • The bathrooms- I don’t know exactly where these are, but there are public bathrooms with stall doors that are small and short. They reveal you from the shoulders up when you sit on a toilet, which is tall and hard to get on, and underneath, the door rises high enough to expose right below your knee and down if you’re standing. Not only that, but it’s hard to lock the doors because they’re too small to fit the frames, so sometimes you have to hold them closed. The floors are nasty, and all of the toilets haven’t been flushed since the last time they were used, and they are filled nearly to the top, so I end up deciding that I’d rather just hold it in.

I know there’s more, but I can’t think of them right now. These are people and things that regularly appear:

  • My toy box- a very large, plastic crate filled with old toys. I’m always trying to find a specific one, but I never can. One time, Mike teamed up with all of my exes to fake his death so he didn’t have to break up with me, but when I found out, I started picking them off, but when Tyler retaliated, he dropped my toy box from a plane, and I tried to grab onto it and save it by using my parachute, and I hit the ground decently hard.
  • Mephistopheles- AKA Satan. I’m his protégé, and sometimes I can call for him if things get bad. Sometimes he doesn’t come.
  • Too many rodents- I have cages filled with rats, hamsters, mice, and I have a couple guinea pigs. I thought they’d be gone after I set them free (which you should never do), but I guess not. I forget to feed them, they mate and have babies, some which get eaten or die of malnourishment. I can’t remember any of their names, and sometimes they escape, so I have to round them up.
  • The two-way mirror- A mirror that appears whenever I’m in a large house, usually a mansion. It’s at the end of the hall, and you can see through into a room, the mirror side obviously facing away. There’s no way to get into the room, and the mirror can’t break. The room inside is dark and cluttered, looking abandoned, but sometimes if you glance at it, there will be a ghostly girl with your typical long black hair in front of her face. If you see her, you have to look away, for if you look at her too long, she’ll crawl out of the mirror and run up to you, killing you. Sometimes I get brave and let her run up to me, but I’ve never been killed, and no other deaths have been reported, so that’s probably a myth.
  • Bad Michael- A version of my boyfriend that’s very fat and extremely mean. He likes to toy with my emotions by threatening to leave me, he purposefully hides my meds so that I’m easy to upset, he cheats on me, tells me he’s tired of my shit and doesn’t love me, and only acts like he loves me when he wants to have sex. I’ve tried to kill him a number of times, but I always fail for one reason or another.
  • Good Michael*- A version that resembles this universe’s Mike, but he’s a bit more sensitive. He treats me well, but he’s sort of a coward. He tries to protect me, but let’s me handle things because I’m physically strong and crazy as hell.
  • Erin- She appears in many forms, so obviously in different universes. More often than not, she’s like how she is in this universe, but every so often, she will actually be a mother.
  • Dad’s side of the family- They are just like the real family, except they don’t pretend to be nice. I get yelled at for having opinions, and I don’t have my meds, so I have attacks.
  • Abilities*- Over the course of my life, I’ve learned to fly, though sometimes I still have difficulty and only float. In some dreams, I can pause and rewind as if it were a program. I can point at someone or something and say “burn” or “fire” to set it aflame, and less used are “lightning,” “suffocate,” and “snap” to break their neck. The fire one is most successful, but sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes I can change things into other things, but this is rare. I have increased strength, become upset more easily, can kick almost anyone’s ass, can run for longer periods of time without getting tired. I can play the piano and sing a hundred times better than I can in this universe, and I can also scream at such high pitches, it can cause people to black out for a minute or so, and those who don’t black out are still immobilized by covering their ears, which barely deafens the sound. I am also extremely gorgeous and sexy and attract the attention of many guys, sometimes girls.
  • I’m a murderer- There’s one universe where, two years ago, I killed a girl. I’m still friends with Ariel in this universe, and Emma is also there. The girl was in high school, whereas I am not, and she was kidnapped by some guy. I ended up coming across a small, run down house that was poorly taken care of, a Rottweiler behind a flimsy aluminum fence, and the guy has an old truck that looks like this:

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He saw me when I was walking by, held up a gun and told me to get into the house. I did as he said, and I found the girl hand cuffed to a vent in the wall. She was filthy and skinnier than she was before, but otherwise appeared unharmed. She was blonde like I was, and apparently this guy was collecting blonde women within our age range. He never told us why, and he never raped either of us. While he was trying to tie me to a chair (not having a second pair of cuffs), I overpowered him, took his gun, and shot him in the head. Then, just for the thrill of it, I found a steak knife in the kitchen and sliced the girl’s throat. I had no other reason but to see what it felt like. I was actually pretty proud of myself. I dragged her body out to the shallow creek and dumped it,believing, for some reason, that it would never be found. However, the creek dried up every summer, so they found her body, as well as the guy’s in the house further up the road. They did not link him as the kidnapper, but another victim. They found little evidence on her body, most washed away by the current, but did find a fingerprint and some hair. When the discovery was televised, they announced that there would be police stationed around the city for random hair and fingerprint checks, which made me panic. The first time they checked my fingerprint, I was nervous, but stayed calm, for I knew how the process of matching fingerprints worked, and that it was very possible for me to pass. I did. Later in the year, I got hair checked, where they pulled a hair, put it in a vile, and sent them to the lab. I still didn’t get caught, though because of my behavior, Ariel started to suspect me. One day, she asked me if I killed the girl, and I said no, but I guess something showed on my face that told her I was lying. She was terrified of me, and knew that, since she figured it out, I could kill her too. To remain safe, Ariel went to the cops and admitted to the murder. This happened two weeks ago in real time. After finding out she’d be put to death, she changed her story to accuse me, but I played it cool and said, “but Ariel already confessed.” I was later apprehended because my previous hair check was a false negative, and I’m currently on trial. I’m hiding my guilt well by acting scared, weak, and crying.

  • The weird video game- It’s a small, handheld standalone game with simple, pixilated art, cute sounds and music, and no color. It looks older than a Gameboy, is perfectly square, has a yellow plastic frame with a couple of small pink flowers, and its title starts with an M. The main character is a girl named Chiko that has many animal friends, though the animals look strange. The game only consists of a bunch of mini games, and if you fail five times as a whole while playing them, Chiko says that the game will shut off forever and can’t be replayed. The title screen has a very calm and soothing chip tune playing. However, the mini games are designed for failure. When you enter one, you have to start doing it right immediately, or you lose. The first one is where Chiko is riding a horse-like creature, and you’re supposed to trample over letters to form words that fit in the spaces below, but there is no “three, two, one, go,” you start running right away, and the letters come at you so fast, I trampled the wrong one at the very start. Chiko says (through text), “oh fiddlesticks! You lost! Try again, I know you’ll get it this time!” There’s no option to return to the menu, no saves, you have to play straight through in one sitting. I failed the second time, and she said, “come on! You lost twice at the same game? Do better!” I said to her, “well it’s not fair that it’s so fast and I’m not even ready!” I was shocked when she replied to me. “You just need to be better, you can’t EVER make a mistake!” My third try, I made it halfway through, which took a good five minutes, but I lost again, and Chiko was staring up at me and crying. “You have to be perfect! Why can’t you just be perfect?!” I finally beat the game on my fourth try, and she gave me an unsettling smile, saying, “you only have two more chances! You can’t lose again, you must always succeed!” Her animal friends didn’t look quite as happy anymore. The next game, she was flying on a birdlike creature, once again starting without warning. The point of the game was to pop the black balloons as you flew to the left, but avoid the ones with spikes, which were kind of hard to see. As soon as the game started, there was a spikey balloon literally right in front of the sprite, and Chiko said, “you’re useless! Can’t you do ANYTHING right?!” I got mad and said, “fuck you! That one was impossible!” I turned the game off, and then back on to restart. The animals still did not look happy, and now there were lyrics to the title song on the screen, but I don’t remember them. Even though there was no save data, Chiko said, “welcome back!” I had to do the spelling game, which I won the first time, but I lost two lives to that stupid balloon in the second game. I managed to get passed it by mashing the down button repeatedly during the transition, and after that, I managed to succeed. “Well, finally you do SOMETHING right!” I was getting sick of her. The animals were singing again, showing another verse of the song, but the tune was a bit slower and in a minor key instead of major. In the next mini game, you had to launch little spherical pigs at clouds to hit them, but Chiko said, “sure is windy!” and the clouds went by so fast, I could hardly aim. I shot a pig, which made a horrendous screeching sound in 8-bit, and I missed a cloud, losing my third life. “YOU’RE WORTHLESS! YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!!” I tried again and missed. “I HATE YOU!! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?!” I decided I was fed up, and this time, when I turned it off, I didn’t restart it. I left it on the table to perhaps try again later, but as I walked away, the title screen tune started playing. I came back to see that it turned itself on, and Chiko’s face took up the entire screen, having more pixels to show more detail. She was cute, little circles on her cheeks for blush, and she looked incredibly angry, though the puffy cheeks, pout, and furrow in her brow was still adorable. Then the screen shattered, pixels flooding out like blood from a fatal wound, but the pixels started building themselves into Chiko and all of her friends. Once they were built, their quality increased, gaining color, until they became real like me. I was terrified to say the least, and so were her friends. Chiko’s eyes were red, and she didn’t look so cute anymore, furious and charging at me. I was too shocked to respond right away, and she gripped my arm. I yelled in pain, a small bit of skin peeling easily off of my arm like a wet sticker. Her friends urged me to run, and I did. They would help try to hide me, and while I was with them, they told me that I had to send her back into the game and either complete it or lose to it. It took until midnight to figure out that, in order to return them all to their game, I had to sing the words to the title music. It was hard to remember, but the animals helped me, and Chiko eventually went back into the device. I ended up playing the game until I lost all five lives in the cloud game, and it was true, the handheld shut off and couldn’t turn back on. I threw it away, never wanting to see it again. However, I’ve seen it multiple times. I was in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, and it was sitting on a chair, all alone, staying on the title screen, though the volume was turned all the way down. When I glanced at it in shock, Chiko’s face filled the screen again, happy this time, and said, “play with me!” I ignored it. Another time, I was volunteering at an animal shelter, and I heard the tune coming from another volunteer’s handbag. I inquired about it, and she pulled out another handheld. She said, “it keeps turning on by itself, but it’s so hard, I can’t beat it! I keep trying like every half hour!” Finally, I asked to borrow it, and she agreed, saying it’d be a relief to get rid of the thing, and I took it home. I played for days, carrying it around when I went places, trying desperately to beat it, hoping that it’d leave me alone if I did. It took a good week before I finally beat it, and where the credits should’ve been, the screen played the tune and the lyrics scrolled slowly up the screen. When it was done, Chiko said, “see you later!” and it shut off. I couldn’t turn it back on again. At last, I was at a convention in China, I think, and there was a booth with stuffed animals of characters I didn’t recognize. I saw a round, fat version of the girl, and my stomach plummeted. Still, I asked the guy how much it was (I could speak Mandarin for some reason), and he said he’d never seen it before, so he sold it to me for dirt cheap. Even though I felt like an idiot doing so, I asked the plushie, “Chiko, is that really you?” She came to life and told me that, because I beat her game, we were friends forever, so I had no choice but to take her everywhere I went, though she stayed silent when she needed to, was always sweet, and never got hostile, though she’d get mad if I forgot her. I didn’t want to risk her attacking me, so I made sure not to forget her. I haven’t seen the handheld since.
  • Wings*- sometimes I can’t fly on my own, but have these “wings” made of fabric that I wore on my back. I can easily grab the black plastic batons in my hands to stretch them out under my arms, and I can glide or flap, though flapping is very difficult, so I usually just glide.
  • My bullies*- (I know there are more things, but I can’t think of them.) This is a group of four guys I met in my freshman year at the small school. There is Max, a boy about my height with brown, curly hair. He looks to be the weakest, and is only a bully because he doesn’t want them to pick on him too. If I ever encounter Max alone, like in one of my classes, he’s nice, and when the guys push me around, he gives me apologetic expressions, and sometimes tries to reason with the others. It doesn’t work. Max has a crush on me. Next is a short Mexican dude whose name I do not know, so I’m just going to call him Jose. He usually doesn’t speak, just laughs and sneers at me. Since he’s small, he can sneak up on me to mess with me in some way. Then there’s a guy a bit taller than Max, and he’s kind of fat and dumb, and he’s the muscle of the group. I don’t know his name, so I’ll call him John. He’s blonde and wears grey t-shirts. The last is the leader, and his name always starts with an R, so I’m going to call him Randy. He’s the tallest, extremely skinny and lanky, his brunette hair is buzzed, dresses in dark clothing as if he were going to rob someone’s house at night, but all things aside, he was actually kind of attractive. I had never done anything to these kids. The first time I saw them in a dream, Randy and his friends got into some trouble with the law, and they were on the run in a car. He had a gun, and Max had bailed, saying he wasn’t part of it. I was sitting on some concrete beneath the overhang of a building, and there was a soda machine, and I was very unhappy, drawing in chalk. I had seen them on the news earlier that day, and though this was the first time I had ever seen him, I now realize that that version of me already knew them, because they were all adults at the time. I was depressed because I saw that it had been them, and wasn’t surprised to see Randy run up to me after crashing the car and killing Jose. Randy was panicking, pointing the gun at me and looking scared out of his mind. He said, “did you see me kill those people?!” The gun pointed at me was shaking in his trembling hand. I looked up at him and said, “I don’t blame you for being the kind of person you are.” I continued drawing, and Randy lowered the gun, saying, “have you… killed someone…?” I took a quarter from my pocket and rolled it to him. “Like Charles Manson said, ‘believe me, if I started murdering people, there’d be none of you left.” I couldn’t remember why I gave him the quarter, but now I do. He stared at me, then snatched up the quarter, and ran. John was nowhere to be seen. I think Randy used the quarter on a payphone to call someone for help, but he was arrested for the second time since I had known him. He had asked if I killed someone, and earlier that day, I used the abandoned school building to lure people in to join a club. I said that we were going to make a change to the way society ran, and directed them to a hole in the concrete where a ladder was. Once they went down, they met a spiked device that snapped closed on them like a giant bear trap. Some of them were still alive, so I’d pull them up to watch them die, just talking to them. I was never happy, and I understand why; That universe, in a way, is worse than this one.

In school, the group would snigger at me if they passed me in the hall. As time went on, it escalated to them throwing insults at me. I didn’t understand. I was pretty, so what could they be laughing at? In sophomore year, the boys would actually push me around, hit me, kick me, or keep me from getting somewhere by holding me until I did whatever embarrassing thing they told me to do. Randy once said I had to give him a blow job, but at the time, Max was braver, and he told Randy that was going too far. After that, Randy was so horrible to Max, he became the coward that he is and could barely stand up for me, let alone himself. I remember confronting Max in Science class in my junior year before I got sick, reminding him of that moment, but he couldn’t bring himself to be brave again.

The harassment got even worse, and during the summer before junior year, I was riding my bike home after spending some time at the empty football field with my friends, and my chest tightened when I saw them under the stone bridge I had to go under. I contemplated taking a detour, but I had to meet curfew, so instead, I sped up. However, Randy was a reckless, dangerous bastard, so he stepped right in front of me and grabbed my front tire, which tore up the palm of his hand pretty nicely, but he didn’t care. I told them to just let me pass (Max was standing far away, not looking at me), but Randy held out what looked like a white Smartie. “I’m sorry,” he said, “maybe I just like you.” I couldn’t help but blush because he was cute, and like the stupid teenager I was, I took the “candy” and ate it. Max summoned his bravery when it was too late. He turned and shouted, “don’t eat it!” but it was already dissolving. I became heavy and woozy, for I had been drugged. Expecting me to soon collapse to the ground, Randy turned on Max and started beating the shit out of him. My determination kept me conscious, and even though my vision was blurry and I felt nauseous, I pedaled as fast as I could to get home. I heard Randy curse behind me, unable to run fast enough to catch me.

I was horrified that I had been drugged, and I had to tell mom (whom I’ve never actually seen in this universe). I got home, which was a small blue house that was second to last on the street, and stumbled inside, locking the doors and windows and closing the curtains. I fell onto the couch and cried until I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I heard the boys’ voices outside calling my name, and I peeked through the curtain to see them in front of my porch. I went upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. They never tried that again, knowing I would never accept anything edible from them a second time.

As junior year rolled around, I ended up having to ride the bus with Max, John, and Randy. Randy would force me to sit between a window and max, and he and John would sit behind me. Max would stay silent, but John snickered as Randy teased me, but he would play with my hair and rub my shoulder. I hated him, but the actions gave me butterflies. In the halls, the physical violence calmed down, and if I ever came across Randy alone, he’d actually become a bit flirtatious, which made me so confused. I did not want to develop a crush on the guy who has tormented me since I met him! He not only drugged me, but he got in trouble all the time, spray painting walls, picking fights at school, and he had been suspended a number of times for various things. He was in my Geometry class, and I sat behind him in the row next to his. He came back from a two week suspension, gave me an emotionless look, and then sat down.

Later, Max told me to avoid Randy at all costs, and he even tried his best to avoid him and the others. Jose was always sneaking up on me and trying to steal things from my backpack, but I was alert now, and he never got away with it. Randy started telling him off, and John took his flirty insults as harassment, and not the kind of teasing a boy does to a girl when he likes her. I avoided his eyes and never said a word, even when he put his arm around me, or started sitting next to me on the bus and forcing me to sit with my legs over his lap.

Then I collapsed and had to go to the hospital as previously mentioned. Like I said, I slept through most of it, so I don’t remember much. When I got back to school, Randy stopped picking on me. He’d look at me, but he wouldn’t say anything, and he and his friends passed by me in the hall without any form of conflict. Randy had obviously instructed his friends to ignore me. I was in the library one day, and I ran into Randy in the non-fiction section, and he quietly asked me if I was feeling okay. “Why do you care?” I hissed, but his expression was of deep concern. He said, “maybe I just like you,” just like he did during the summer when he drugged me. I brought this up, and his face turned into one of pained guilt, and he said he was sorry. He told me he does bad things without thinking about it, and he doesn’t realize how wrong it was until he gets punished for it. I told him he was fucked up and walked away.

However, my grades were slipping and I’d have small episodes in classes, and Randy stopped hanging around John and Jose. I fell asleep in Geometry, waking up to the teacher shaking my shoulder. He smiled sadly down at me and told me class was over. I apologized to him, but he told me not to worry about it, that it wasn’t my fault. I left the classroom to go to English (my least favorite class because of the teacher), but Randy had been waiting for me outside. I told him to leave me alone, but he walked along side me down the hall, begging me to give him a chance to change. Maybe if he hadn’t drugged me, I would’ve, and I asked what he had planned to do to me if I had collapsed under the bridge. His silence confirmed my suspicion. Still, he told me he had two brothers, one in middle school, and one who had gone to a different high school and had already graduated. Apparently he was too smart for regular high school, so he had been requested to go to one for gifted students. Randy told me that they were really cool, and that his parents would love me. I didn’t see how this would convince me at all, but then he mentioned that he had a cat, and I agreed to go to his house for dinner. I knew it was a bad idea.

I expected his brothers to be like him, and I thought his parents would be white trash with an unkempt home. I was pleasantly surprised. Since this town was so small, practically everyone knew where everyone else lived, and unfortunately, his house was in the neighborhood on the hill, so I had to ride my bike until I got to that sharp turn in the road on the cliff, where I walked as carefully as possible until I cleared it. Luckily, if a car had come up, it would’ve stopped to let me get around it because they too would be driving extremely slow. I finally made it to his home, which was two stories and had chocolate brown panels as the exterior. I was shocked that it looked so nice, and I knocked. An older, very attractive young man opened the door, and he looked quite excited to see me (apparently I was the only thing Randy ever talked about). I’m going to call him Steve. He let me in and said, “wow, you are pretty.” I didn’t respond, unsure if he had criminal behavior despite him not dressing like a rebel. The twelve year old boy had longer, shaggy brunette hair, and he was described by Steve as being overly social, which I found out when he asked me to play video games with him before he even asked my name. Let’s call him Oliver. I then met their parents, a very good looking couple. The dad was strong and exuded an air of protection. The mother looked as though she’d bake you cookies every time you felt sad. Apparently the father was an ex cop, having to quit the force due to a blow to the head that made him ultra sensitive to concussions. The mother had an office job somewhere. Steve was a college student, but he lived at home, and he had a part time job as a cashier somewhere. I saw the white cat and knelt down to pet it, and as I did, Randy came down the stairs and said hello in the weakest voice I had ever heard from him. It sounded like a completely different person. I did not greet him with too much kindness.

While their parents were making dinner, we went to Oliver’s room to play video games, and Randy kept quiet, showing shyness that I didn’t know he had. We were playing a fighting game, and I ended up kicking all of their asses. Steve would tease Randy, saying, “what’s up? You never shut up about your girlfriend, and now you won’t talk at all?” He and I said that I wasn’t his girlfriend at the same time, and we looked at each other. I laughed, a little less angered. I ended up asking Steve if he was aware of what Randy has done to me, specifically the drugging, and Steve shot a glare at his younger brother, saying, “yes, I’m well aware of it. I promised not to tell mom and dad as long as Randy promised to control his anger better.” That explained the decreased hostility. The whole reason Randy started picking on me was because I was pretty, but his friends didn’t know that. That turned into, “well, I like her, but I can’t let the guys know that,” which turned into frustration, anger, and finally, loss of control of his actions. Oliver did not hide his dislike for Randy’s behavior, but he said that he’s been good for awhile now, and he’s really a nice guy.

So I had dinner with them, and their mom offered to drive me home, but I inquired about the cliff. She’s the one who was an expert at taking that turn, and she did it so well, she could do it at night, so I let her take me home. The turn was scary as hell, but she cleared it like a pro, so I felt better. Before I got out of the car, she told me, “Randy has a lot of problems he’s dealing with, but really, he’s a good kid. You’re welcome at our house at any time, my husband is always home.” I thanked her and went to my house.

On the bus, Randy and John would still sit behind me, but Max sat in the seat next to theirs, and they never said anything to me. Max started hanging out with them again, but it was clear he was upset upon realizing that Randy liked me too, though Randy never actually said it. John was too dumb to catch on. We never exchanged words for the rest of the year.

Here’s where last night’s dream starts, and it’s this dream that puts all of the pieces together. At the beginning of that summer, I battled myself and lost. I couldn’t get Randy off of my mind, so I called his house, Steve picked up, and I asked if I could come over. Steve was surprised to hear from me, saying that they missed me, wondering if Randy scared me off. I told him I had felt awkward, but figured I could try again. I rode my bike to his house, and their father was sleeping in a hammock in the back yard, their mother at work. Apparently Steve hadn’t told his brothers that I was coming over, so both of them were surprised. Oliver gave me a gigantic hug, and Randy looked like he was either going to hug me too, or vomit. He eventually forced out a greeting.

So I hung out with the boys, playing video games, eating snacks, and we even watched a movie… I swear I know the name of it, but I can’t remember! It’s not a movie that exists in this universe, but it’s a really terrible horror movie about a man trapped in his bedroom, and the walls are actually the spirit of an evil girl, and the walls bleed, and it was just all very funny. It was so bad, it had a cult following, spawning two sequels that were equally bad. The title was two words, and I can’t. Remember. Oh well. As the day went on, Randy’s shyness ebbed away, and he became more like his obnoxious self, though he was funny as opposed to insulting. I found myself laughing at things he said, and I felt sick to my stomach.

I had an episode while we were playing a game, falling asleep. The next thing I knew, I was lying on Oliver’s bed, and their mother was sitting next to me. She said that Randy had explained my condition. She had me stay for dinner (I had to spend some time in the bathroom to cough up a bunch of goo), but by the time I was about to go home, it was raining. I asked their mother if she’d ever chance the turn on the wet road, and she said, “not if I have a passenger.” Oliver even stepped outside with an umbrella and walked down the street to the turn. When he came back, he said, “it’s so dark, you can’t even see the cliff!” So I was invited to spend the night. The father gave me a sleeping bag to sleep in the living room, but the boys brought down more so they could sleep there too. A firm look at Randy said, “this isn’t appropriate,” but Steve said he and Oliver would sleep on either side of me to protect me from “the raging hormones of the black sheep.” I laughed at that. We marathoned the sequels to that movie, but I fell asleep first during the third one.

I woke up to Steve and Randy whispering a conversation. They were attempting to verbally compare their penises to large, powerful objects, which was humorous. I was very heavy and groggy, but I croaked, “why are you two talking about your penises?” I heard Randy say, “oh shit,” and Steve laughed. I sat up, but my condition was keeping me from waking up all the way. Randy sat next to me and started flirting with me for the first time since before I had visited his house during the school year. It wasn’t mean, but actually kind of flattering, and I kicked myself when I started flirting back. He looked like he wanted to kiss me, but he restrained himself, instead offering to put the sleeping bags back. Oliver, having still been asleep, was poured out of his sleeping bag, waking only when he hit the floor.

While Randy was gone, Steve leaned in to me and said, “Randy really likes you.” I told him that I didn’t want to get mixed up with someone like him, but Steve said that I was changing him. He believed I could fix Randy, keep his anger under control, but I was scared. Still, as I spent another day with them, I seemed to want to make sure I was close to Randy at all times.

A week later, I told the boys that I was going to stay with my aunt and her wife (both of whom don’t exist in this universe), and that I’d be back closer to the end of the summer. Randy adopted his controlling attitude again and demanded to spend at least one day with me alone. So Steve took Oliver to the arcade because their father was home, and we were told to keep the door open when Randy took me to his room. This was my first time being in it, and it wasn’t neat like Oliver and Steve’s rooms. There were clothes everywhere, CDs not in their cases, posters covered the walls, the curtains were closed, the mirror in front of his closet door had been punched, and there was a knife stabbed into his mattress, which had no sheets, a dirty pillow, and a single, thin blanket. He hastily pulled the knife out and set it on the window sill. I didn’t hesitate to express that I was uncomfortable.

I sat on the bed while Randy flitted around his room to try and clean up, but he was just throwing things into the closet and shoving stuff under the bed. I helped by cleaning up the CDs, and found we had a lot of the same tastes in music, most notably Tool. That was our first conversation starter after the room was “clean.” One topic led to another, and to another, and so on, and I learned that he really wasn’t that bad deep down. Maybe I could change him. I even told him about the two secrets in the forest and offered to show him sometime if he promised to be good. I noticed he was fidgety, like he wanted to grab me or kiss me, but I was glad to see him showing restraint. This frustration led him to pouring out apologies like water from a hose, and after hearing him grovel, I sucked it up, moved closer to him, and kissed his cheek. I allowed him to put his arms around me, but nothing more.

We ended up lying on the bed together, holding hands, looking at the ceiling and listening to Tool. He was quiet, but I was singing along, and I think he just liked to listen to me. Part of myself hated myself for falling for him, and I knew that this was potentially very dangerous. He was toxic.

I don’t think we ever established an official relationship, but I hugged him before I left, and while I was staying at my aunt’s house, I’d call him every few days, and we’d talk for hours. But while staying with my aunt and her wife, I found out some things about the city they lived in, which I had never been to before (except for the mall, I found out, in earlier dreams). There was a large colony of Furbies. Yes, Furbies. The toy that came out in 1999 and got a reboot in 2013? Yeah. However, in this universe, they had actually evolved to become sentient, a biomechanic creature with thoughts, feelings, and free will. My aunt hated the Furbies, as did many in the city, and that was because they thought that they were smarter than humans. Well, I later found out that they didn’t think they were smarter than humans, they knew they were smarter than humans.

In their adult stages in life, they could grow to be two feet tall. They still did not have arms, but their feet were more than useful, as were their ears. Not only that, but they were so cute, any creepiness having been abandoned through their evolution. They could actually breed, for they had some organic qualities along with their mechanical ones. They had blood, real skin, real fur, real eyes, and were mostly self sufficient. They were once thought as pests, but eventually, the city’s mayor put in a proposition, and majority voted for the Furbies to be protected and welcomed. Unfortunately, there were still people who hated them, so Furbies lived on the streets. Since their language was limited, people thought they were stupid, but they were able to learn English. People found that, because of lack of food, the Furbies were willing to do tasks for humans in exchange for a snack. Now it was a regular thing to seek a Furby, ask for a favor, and feed them something they most likely found on the ground. The Furbies were so happy to eat it, it was believed that they liked dirty food, but the truth was, they never got to eat anything else. Still, they were happy, though some would assist a person without being asked to, expecting food after doing so. People didn’t like this demanding behavior very much.

I was with my aunt and her wife (who didn’t mind the Furbies), and we went shopping at the mall. We passed a colony of Furbies, and my aunt shuddered, glaring at a pink baby like she was a roach. I thought she was cute, the little tuft of hair on her head striped blue and purple, and she had large green eyes. She seemed to be further away from her colony than was necessary, so I spotted a jellybean on the ground, wiped it off, and approached her. I said, “can you give me a big smile?” She did so, and I offered the candy, which she took with her little beak, looking delighted. As I walked away, I heard her giggle and say, “smart!” It was like how I tell my rats that they’re smart, and I laugh because it’s cute and admirable. She thought that my request for her to smile meant that I was intelligent enough to know that her species wasn’t inferior. My aunt’s wife said she had heard her say that too, but my aunt insisted the Furbies were just stupid and filthy.

When we got back to their home, I was in the room I slept in and emptying my shopping bags. To my horror, the same baby Furby had hidden herself in a bag of stuffed animals I bought, and she gave me a happy cry as a greeting. Sure, I was happy to see her, but if my aunt knew there was a Furby in the house, she’d kick her out. I asked her to stay quiet, and since this counted as a request, I had to find another piece of food to give her. I ended up breaking off a piece of a chocolate bar, which wasn’t dirty, and she liked it very much. I went to my aunt’s wife and asked what I should do, but my aunt called from the other room, “please don’t tell me I smell a Furby!!” She came into the kitchen, spotted the pink fuzz ball on the kitchen table, and threw a fit, her wife sending me to my room so she could calm her down.

Once in my room, I asked the Furby if she could speak English, and she shook her head, saying “no” in Furbish, though she did know a couple words she picked up. She could understand it just fine, however. I asked her her name, and she said, “Loo-loo,” which is Furbish for “joke.” It made sense because she was a little misfit, having hitched a ride back home with me. I told her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and eventually, my aunt came in and reluctantly said that I could keep the Furby only if I couldn’t find her parents. So the next day, I took her back to the colony and tried to find her parents, but Loo-loo kept expressing sadness, so I assumed she was an orphan. None of the other Furbies seemed interested in her either. So I kept her, and I didn’t think of her as a pet that did things for me for food, but my own baby that I took care of and fed the proper amount. I told her I’d reward her with candy whenever she helped me out with something. I soon discovered that she liked cinnamon jelly beans the most.

Furbies aged decently fast, though they had long life spans. Loo-loo was learning English like a pro, and I’d spend all of my time with her, carrying her wherever I went, brushing her fur, lulling her to sleep, and so on. People who didn’t like the Furbies gave me nasty looks, but it wasn’t illegal to bring them into shops and establishments if they weren’t dirty, and I kept Loo-loo clean. We developed such a close bond, Loo-loo realized that her people were not meant to live as servants for humans just to have small bits of dirty food, and she told me I was smart because I wasn’t like other people. She ended up explaining to me that Furbies were far more intelligent than humans, and she definitely proved it, learning complicated things without needing books, only repetition, and she learned them quick. Even my aunt couldn’t help but admit she actually grew to like Loo-loo, and maybe they weren’t so dumb after all.

I called Randy and told him about Loo-loo, and he laughed, saying, “I’m jealous that she’s getting all the attention.” I told him he’d really like her, sending him pictures of her with my phone. He said he missed me, and I wondered if he was willing to take a bus up here to visit. He said yes so quick, I almost didn’t hear it, and he hung up. I laughed to myself and texted him my aunt’s address. Loo-loo was excited to meet him too.

I was hanging out at an arcade one day, privately wondering why it was taking so long for Randy to show up, when Loo-loo asked to speak to me for a moment. I told her she could talk to me about anything, and she explained that, in her culture, if a child has lost its parents, it can “marry” an adult or two to be adopted. She said “marry” because the ceremony was much like a human wedding, and it was a very meaningful tradition. Then she said, “will you be my mom?” And, as if I had been proposed to, I excitedly said yes. So, for the next day or two, we discussed how the ceremony worked, and what we needed to get prepped for it. One day, I was surprised by, not just Randy at my aunt’s door, but his brothers too. My aunt wasn’t happy that she didn’t know they were coming, but allowed them to stay until it was time for me to go back home, her house being big enough.

Randy wasn’t quite as excited to see Loo-loo as I thought he’d be. He faked excitement, but he wouldn’t touch her. His brothers loved her, though, and I told them all about the adoption ceremony, and Loo-loo would be my adopted child. We would have a long life together, as she would outlive me, and I felt so happy. She was really the only thing I talked about, even when Randy wanted to converse with me. He wanted me alone, but I took Loo-loo everywhere because she was still a child. His jealousy was more obvious to everyone else than to me because I was blinded by the happiness Loo-loo brought me.

I spent a lot of time with the boys in the city, carrying Loo-loo in my bag. We were at the mall when Randy suddenly wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. I was so shocked, but he said he couldn’t take it anymore, and this made me even more happy. I hugged him back, and then said that he could be Loo-loo’s dad. He didn’t respond to this. No one pointed out his jealousy to me, probably thinking I already knew about it, but was trying to ease Randy’s mind.

There was a day where Randy said he was going out alone, that he wanted to check out some stores in the city by himself. Loo-loo said, “bye daddy!” but he didn’t say anything, just left. That’s when Steve finally told me Randy was jealous, but I was still blind, and I summed it up to him just being shy. He and Oliver looked uneasy about my obliviousness.

Finally, it was time to go home, and I was ready for senior year at school, ready to be a mother to Loo-loo, and ready to make Randy happy enough to keep him from doing bad things. My aunt and her wife road the bus with us because they wanted to see my parents. It was a long way home, so we had to take two different buses. Randy was quiet while I tended to Loo-loo, and he kept glaring at her. He wouldn’t even hold my hand. I was starting to feel strange, but tried to ignore it. I started talking to my aunt’s wife about the adoption ceremony, and the conversation continued as we got off of the bus to wait for the next one, but I was pushed so hard to the ground, I hit my nose, which started to bleed, and Loo-loo yelled as she flew out of my hands.

I looked up, preparing to go get Loo-loo to make sure she was alright, but Randy stomped on my hand, looking angrier than I had ever seen him. “WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ABOUT THAT FUCKING THING ALREADY?!” he shouted, and to my horror, he pulled out a gun, walked up to Loo-loo, who was crying, and shot her three times. People screamed, running away from the man with the gun, and Loo-loo was nothing but a splatter of blood and fragments of metal and flesh. I was screaming the hardest, crying for my baby, shrieking, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” over and over again at Randy. He had a wicked smile on his face that was disgusting, my aunt and her wife covering their mouths in terror, Oliver sobbing, and Steve on his phone to call the police.

I raged at Randy, but he shot my foot, and I fell back to the ground. “You love that fucking thing so much, you bitch? Enough to marry it? What am I to you, yesterday’s news? HUH? I come here for you, and you can’t pay attention to anyone by that FUCKING FURBY!!” I tried to explain that Loo-loo was just as important as Randy was, but he had completely lost control, and he was laughing, kicking me in the face, breaking my already damaged nose. He said that I’ve played him long enough, and he forced me on my knees, held the gun to the back of my head, and though I was screaming and begging, he ripped down my pants and raped me. It was so violent, painful, and traumatizing, I felt like I was dying, I couldn’t fight back or he’d kill me anyway, and I lost Loo-loo. I started choking, throwing up that stupid goo and suffocating from it. I felt like my mind was slipping away, sounds seemed to be louder than before, and Randy was still laughing, taunting me while he committed the crime.

Sirens wailed as Steve was shouting at Randy to get off of me, but no one wanted to try and approach him because he still had his gun to my head. I remember him stand up and shove me back flat to the ground by stepping on my back, he called me a slut, spit on me, and shot me in the spine. All I heard now was a high pitched whine, and I tried to watch my surroundings, but they were blurry and dark. I managed to see the police shooting him in the shoulder so that he dropped his weapon, and Randy kept laughing and taunting me, even as he was dragged away.

I stood up, body in so much pain, but not nearly as painful as my heart. It was evening, the sky purple, the plaza empty, and I stared at Loo-loo’s remains. I had loved her like my own flesh and blood. The man I was falling in love with took her away from me, then took me by force. But I wasn’t crying, I had no emotion. The bus was waiting there, and I boarded. The bus driver had no face, and my aunt, her wife, Randy, and his brothers were all staring at me. I limped to the seat opposite of Randy’s, which was an emergency exit seat, and he was crying, saying he was so sorry, that he didn’t mean it. No one else was on the bus, but it started driving us home.

I stared at the floor, and said in an emotionless voice, “I forgive you.” I opened my arms to invite him into a hug, and he sat next to me. I told him he didn’t have to force himself on me, and I unbuttoned my pants. He was astonished, but quickly undid his as well. He was on top of me, and we were kissing, but before he could do anything further, I grabbed the handle to the emergency door and opened it, taking Randy with me as I fell out, and we crashed to the road, immediately getting hit and killed by a semi that I had seen in the back window.

I woke up in the hospital, confused and unable to clear my vision. I thought I had just killed myself and Randy. I soon realized that had been a dream because I remembered that I had been too injured to stand, and Randy had been hauled away. There was no way any of that happened. I still felt pain in my heart, the loss of Loo-loo taking a heavy toll on me. Steve was sitting next to me, and I tried to ask him what happened, but all that came out was a weak mumble. I had lost my ability of speech, and I also could not move.

Steve told me that Randy was in a temporary holding cell, as they were waiting for me to wake up to appear in court. He was angry that they refused to do it during the four and a half weeks I was in a coma. Apparently all of those witnesses weren’t enough, not for this corrupt justice system. He also told me that, when their parents heard what happened, their father couldn’t handle the stress and horror, and he had a stroke. It killed him because of the prior head injury. Oliver was in a mental hospital, scarred beyond reason, and now it was just him and his mother. They sold the house and were renting a small one a few blocks away from mine. He dropped out of college because his mother was a wreck. He also said he felt like this was all his fault for being unable to stop Randy, and he was begging for my forgiveness, but I couldn’t give it to him because I couldn’t speak. Tears were falling from my eyes. I could not forget.

I missed out on my senior year because I was in intensive care. Both my body and my mind had to be trained how to function again. I will explain this in a moment. The dream skipped to years later. I hadn’t had any contact with Randy since he was arrested the second time, and I was getting old, was married to “good” Michael, but my life was less than happy. I decided it was time to pay Randy a visit, speak to him for the last time.

He was held in a high security prison, was on death row, and was kept in isolation. I was allowed to speak to him through the metal door with a guard present. There was a small window that was opened, and I saw those eyes that had both hurt me and loved me. He started crying when he saw me, and I asked him why he did what he did. He was sobbing, yelling that he didn’t know, that his mind had gone blank, and he never regretted anything more in his entire life. He begged me to see him for who he really was, just like I had before, but I said, “I’ve seen who you really are, and you’re not the man I fell for. You killed my daughter, raped me, and crippled me. I was so stupid to fall for you. I thought I could change you. I should’ve known better after you drugged me when we were young. I hate you, Randy, and I hope the sponge is dry when they put you in the electric chair.” I had the guard bring me back to the prison lobby, and all the way there, I could hear Randy screaming and begging for me to come back, that he loved me, and he was sorry.

I woke up in a cold sweat, shivering, and I told Michael I had a nightmare. However, everything seemed blurry, and I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or not. I stood from the bed to get dressed, but sat back down and put my face into my hands. I started sobbing, but I couldn’t explain it to Mike because he wouldn’t understand. Even as I write this, I’m crying, and I’ve been in a bad place all day. The pain was real. Part of me was still in that other universe, and I felt Loo-loo, I felt the pain of losing her, and I felt the trauma of what Randy did to me. This dream put the pieces together, connecting previous dreams together and giving me the answers I’ve asked myself for a long time. It took awhile for me to come back to this universe, and it was surreal how everything morphed into this reality and made me realize I was really awake. Still, I feel like that all actually happened, my heart still aches for both Loo-loo and Randy, and it’s scary.

I always knew that Randy had raped me, but I never knew when, where, how, or why. Previous dreams have only given me the information that he did it, nothing else. I even took him to court for it. So now I’ll fill in the holes that connects several events I’ve experienced out of order in dreams.

While I was staying with my aunt, Randy had become bored and lonely, so he started to hang out with his group again. He fell into old habits of tagging, drugs, and drinking. Me calling him to come see me was supposed to be his reprieve.

It was a miracle that I made any progress in rehab, but it was because I agreed to participate in a test with experimental equipment to help people who were paralyzed. It was a weird device that was supposed to bring back functionality of my muscles, even just a little bit. They stood me like a rag doll on these metal things that had platforms for my feet and balanced on a curved bar underneath each one to keep me from falling over. They were like modified stilts, and the top of them went under my arms like crutches. There was a harness that kept me strapped to it, but was easy to pull off in case of emergencies, and the two stilts were connected by a contraption in between them that allowed the user to walk with them.

In order to use this, I had to undergo enough physical therapy for my brain to realize that my limbs are supposed to be moving, but aren’t, so something is wrong. It needs to try and fix it, so if I could get any appendage on my body to move, I could be on the road to curing my paralysis. The first thing to respond was my neck, and when I was able to turn my head, we started practicing with the walker. They had to move it for me, reminding my muscles how to move. This took a very long time, especially since I was also in speech therapy. By the end of my time in rehab, I could walk slowly with the device, and my speech was slurred, but I could form words.

I still had to finish school, but this time, they sent me to one for severely disabled kids. I was the only one with a walker, and I was the worst case in all of my classes, but at least everyone else also had a reason to need special treatment. It took a lot of effort to walk, though. My legs were really heavy and weak, but the walker was designed in a way so that it moved with pressure, so all I had to do was try to shift my weight, but that alone was difficult. My arms were also weak, but they worked better than my legs. It was hard to raise them, and when trying to grab something, I either miss, or the thing drops because my hand won’t close tightly enough. I am practically hanging over the front of the device because I can’t stand up straight, so I’m in a weak slouch, my head is heavy, and it takes a lot of effort to turn it. I have to speak very slowly and try to enunciate, otherwise no one can understand me.

The trauma has messed with me. Before last night’s dream, I never knew what had me so traumatized, but now I do. Sometimes I’d linger in a classroom, unable to sit, so I’m leaning against the wall and crying to myself, sometimes falling asleep from my preexisting condition. A teacher or another student will comfort me from time to time, but otherwise, people avoid me because they don’t know what to say. The school was for mostly physically disabled kids, so I was the only one suffering from an extreme mental illness. A teacher once told me about how she miscarried her first and last pregnancy. She was looking forward to having a daughter, the sex having been confirmed, but she lost her, and has never tried again, literally never dating, marrying, or having sex at all. The father of that baby had left after she screamed at him the next time he tried to make love to her, and he realized she was so broken, she was not the woman he fell in love with. I couldn’t say much. Sure, her daughter had been her own flesh and blood, but she had never spent time with her like I had with Loo-loo.

The justice system was so bad that I wasn’t allowed to take Randy to court until I could speak clearly or move properly. It was a long time before I achieved that, but the walker had been a success. After some time, I only needed a cane to walk with, though I was still heavy and slow. My speech was much more clear, only slurring a little, but I spoke with overly pronounced enunciation to make my words clear. When I took Randy to court, I was appalled to see John, Jose, and Max there. Max was crying, looking like he had been forced to come. My aunt and her wife were there, as were Randy’s mother and older brother. Oliver was still in the hospital. Randy’s friends gave witness and tried to say that he had been with him the whole summer, that Randy had never left. Max had been threatened to go along with this story. Luckily, I had many more witnesses, and even security footage from the plaza, which I refused to watch. He was convicted… for two years.

When Randy was released, his behavior was erratic. Sometimes he’d act like a child bullying me again (we still saw a lot of each other because he lived so close), sometimes he stayed silent and hidden, stalking me, sometimes he’d show me his kind side to try and get me back, and sometimes, if he saw me, he became enraged, hit whatever wall was nearby, and ran away from me without saying a word to me. He couldn’t get himself to admit he had done something wrong to the girl he loved, he couldn’t admit he was sorry, and he took it out on himself and everyone around him. His mother was distant with him, he wasn’t allowed to see Oliver, and Steve looked down at him with disappointment, telling him he blew his one chance to free himself from his demons.

I could move and speak, but I was far from healthy. As I said before, I had been luring people to their gruesome deaths, but that wasn’t all I did. I was really quiet, never made friends, stayed away from family if I could help it, and never felt comfort in anything. No one ever died by my own hand, so I thought, technically, I wasn’t killing them. I was never a suspect because I never left anything suspicious, and I couldn’t emote. The police never even considered asking me about the murders. They actually thought Randy and his gang had something to do with it, but there was no evidence.

Sometimes I’d visit my old friends, usually the one with the secret attic so we could go up there and talk. I never told her about the things I did, but I said I was no less a monster than Randy was. Sometimes when I tried to hang out with friends, I’d just fall into another depression, which must’ve been me dwelling on Loo-loo, her death still vibrant in my mind. Still, I think Randy was more messed up than me.

After a few months, his behavior changed to just stalking, though I thought he had left me alone. I ended up getting attacked by him and his friends, Max bruised from being beaten up so much, and I was held down by John and Jose. Randy said that he just wanted to love me, and he was half laughing, half crying. I said nothing to him, but was able to point at the barn they had dragged me to and say “burn,” setting it on fire. They released me to escape, and I managed to fly away with my fabric wings I carried on my back. Randy shouted at me from below, calling me a stupid bitch, and that he’d kill me the next time he saw me.

I had a dream where he accomplished that. He got me pregnant, and while carrying his child, he tied a rope around my throat, his friends helping him pull it tight, and it shattered my neck. I saw my body being put into a boat and covered with a blanket that was blue with five pointed yellow stars. Then they send the boat down a river that ended in a high waterfall, where I’d drop and hit the massive rocks, ensuring that I’d never be found. Randy’s laughter sounded like laughs of agony.

But the next time I saw him, it was on television that afternoon after I got done killing all of those people at the school, which had been abandoned for a few years for reasons I don’t know of. It still pained me to see Randy, especially since he was going on a panicked rampage. Part of me still loved him. I found out that the police finally had something they thought connected to him and his gang to the murders I had been committing, so he had gone on this rampage out of fear, knowing that he’d be thrown away even though he was innocent. He had already been unstable due to him tormenting himself about his actions in the past, but refusing to own up to them, and losing me drove him crazy because he loved me, but he couldn’t stop hurting me.

I went out with some chalk to go draw on the concrete near a building. I guess I did this often. I didn’t expect Randy to end up crashing here, and I could tell he was hurt and even more scared to see me. Now this all makes sense to me. I didn’t know who he called with the quarter I gave him at first. After he ran away, I finished my drawing, and then stood up, walking to his house. His mother was the only one home, Steve visiting Oliver. I told her what Randy was doing right now, and she was crying, saying he had just called her and pleaded with her like a scared child, calling her mommy and asking what he should do. She told him to come home, so he was on his way. The police had shot John, so Randy was alone.

I told her I’d kill him, but she shook her head and pulled out a gun, probably one of Randy’s. She said, “I brought him into this world, I’m going to take him out. I will take the blame, you were never here.” I waited until Randy came home, and he was shocked to see me, but didn’t get to say anything, as he was shot in the chest by his mother. Then I left. At the time, I thought Randy was dead, but future dreams concluded that he survived. After he recovered, he was sentenced to death and thrown into prison. He had to be put into isolation after getting in a fight with other inmates and killing three of them. I hadn’t seen him since the day his mother shot him, not until last night’s dream when I visited him, and I never saw her or Steve again, for they moved away, having Oliver transferred to another hospital. They said that being around me would bring back painful memories, but them leaving didn’t keep the memories away.

All of these dreams I’ve had out of order have been tied together by last night’s dream, and I don’t know how to feel. If this theory is correct, I believe that, sometimes when we dream, we don’t take the place of different versions of ourselves in their reality, we experience their memories. I can support this theory because, in last night’s dream, there was a point before where I was speaking with Sempai, and a guy was pissing us off. I pointed at him and said, “burn,” but it failed, and I said, “oh yeah, this is a memory, I can’t control that.”

I still feel like that was all real, that it’s been real this whole time. I’m feeling the pain from that universe’s version of myself, having to live what she went through, and I’m scared. I don’t even know what I’m scared of. I keep saying, “I want Loo-loo back,” but I never had Loo-loo, I never knew any of these people, I never knew Randy. So why does this hurt?

And the big question is, if this theory isn’t correct, then how do all of these events connect seamlessly with each other, and again… why does it hurt? Michael is worried about me. If the theory is correct, I’m glad I’m not in that universe, but I feel now how terrible it is for that Kara, and that she could’ve had everything, but one guy sent her entire life into chaos in one single moment. I thought I had it bad in this universe with bad things happening throughout my entire life, but she had a pretty good life that all went to shit at once. Which is better? I couldn’t tell you, because it all hurts right now. Though it’s safe to say that she’s lost her will to keep her mind healthy, whereas I fight each day with a fist full of pills.

I miss Loo-loo. I need to remind myself that she never existed to me.

Ready for another heavily detailed dream? Well, I’m putting a warning on this one. WARNING: Contains extremely mature content, such as violence, language, and graphic sexual themes. It is HIGHLY recommended that you do not read on unless you are at least eighteen (18) years or older. I will not be held responsible for minors choosing to read on.

Alright, let’s get this party started. So, it’s been “nightmare season” for me, and let me explain what I mean. I have these long periods of time where I have nightmares every night, extremely graphic, frightening, makes me wake up drenched in sweat, and they affect me physically and mentally during the waking hours. I’ve had these since I was a child, not too young, but still a child. They’re caused by PTSD (thank you, Erin, you filthy whore), so they are not just nightmares. But then I’ll have shorter periods of time where I will have no PTSD nightmares at all, just regular bad dreams, good dreams, and weird dreams. In my adult life, my dreams, nightmares or not, have been EXTREMELY vivid, and not only that, but the likelihood of being lucid has increased.

For those of you who really know me, you know about the significance February has on me. Now that it’s passed, I think we’re easing out of “nightmare season,” because the dream I’m about to tell you was both AWESOME and terrifying. There were only a few parts that really upset me, so without further ado, let’s ramble on.

It’s no secret that I fell in love with Tom Felton after his portrayal of Draco Malfoy in the Harry Potter movies. Of course, I myself was old enough to attend Hogwarts when the movies came out, so it wasn’t until the third movie that my hormones allowed me to drool over him, especially since his hair looked FUCKING AMAZING IN THE THIRD MOVIE! But, like many Draco Malfoy fan girls, it was because of him that I fell in love with Draco, even though he’s a horrible person. I can turn him good all I want in my fan fictions, but canon to HIS universe, according to JK Rowling herself, he doesn’t have any good in him. All of these things considered, I have tons of dreams where I meet Draco and have the BIGGEST crush on him, and sometimes he ignores me when I try to get his attention, sometimes he shows a tiny bit of interest like laughing at my jokes and smiling at me, and then sometimes he full out confesses his feelings for me. And even if I’m like… fifteen in the dream, I still know I’m dating Michael, so I always feel like I’m cheating on him. I need to let myself know it’s okay in the dreams because it’s not real.

However, last night was the very first time I dreamt of Tom Felton himself. Another thing I need to explain is that I have regular areas that my dreams occur in, like in LSD: Dream Emulator, you revisit places like the Natural World, Happy Town, the Violence District, et cetera. One of these places is a huge ass hotel, bigger than it should be, and when I’m there, it’s because I’m with my high school choir on a trip to compete with other choirs. I have this bad habit of not remembering where my room is, not having my key card, not remembering the floor it’s on, having to try and track down the two girls I’m sharing the room with so I can get in, and not being able to pack in time when we have to leave. Since I was in choir with Sempai in my Junior year, she’s usually in these dreams, unless it’s my Senior year, which by then she had already graduated. But she was in this one.

Sometimes the floors in my dreams are at a decently steep slant, making it hard to walk or stand on. Sempai and I were getting coffee at the hotel’s Starbucks, which was on the peak of one of these slants, so we were hanging on to the counter while we ordered. I happened to look behind me to estimate how carefully I would need to walk down it, but I spotted the familiar face of Tom Felton down below (his hair being its natural color, that’s how I knew it wasn’t actually Draco Malfoy), and I gasped so hard, I started coughing, let go of the counter, and Sempai tried to save me, which resulted in both of us toppling down the slope, landing right in front of Tom. After plenty of groans and “ows” from the two of us, I stood to see Tom looking at us. His smile was incredibly friendly, and I think I was in the middle of having a heart attack.

I was shaking, and my voice was very high pitched as I said, “you’re… you’re Tom Felton…!” Sempai, not being as big of a Harry Potter fan as me… or not at all… only vaguely knew who he was. He said, “let me guess, you know me as Draco Malfoy, right?” When I confirmed it, he laughed and continued, “that seems to be the only thing I’m known for.” Even though he was being very nice, it was clear that he didn’t want to deal with another Draco fan girl, and it made me not want to take up too much of his time, so I simply asked for an autograph and a picture together. For some reason, I wanted him to sign my Death Note….? But he only had a sharpie, and before signing the book, he signed my face. XD I was laughing, even if the gesture felt a little passive aggressive, like he wanted to say, “you’re pathetic, go away,” but was too nice to do so.

Sempai disappeared, I think she went to the bathroom, and she had my phone, so I couldn’t have the picture taken straight away. I begged him to allow me to hang around him until she came back, so he did, and I met some of his friends. One guy was a weirdo that wore PVC “sock” puppets on his arms, but they went up to his upper arms like formal dress gloves, and the puppet heads were that of cute snakes. One was purple, and one was green. I don’t think I heard a single word come out of this guy’s mouth, only hisses when he shoved the snakes in someone’s face, and snickers when that person told him to go away. He had curly brown hair, and wasn’t very attractive. He was also very rude, picking on me incessantly because I was a pretty girl (in my dreams, I’m always extremely gorgeous). He’d make the snakes bite my butt, and Tom had to keep telling him to leave me alone.

Then there were a couple of girls, both brunettes, and I think they were sisters. They kept teasing Tom, saying, “ooh, have you got yourself a girlfriend, Tom?” It didn’t seem to bother him, it was like nothing could upset him, he just kept smiling, joking, and being friendly, even when scolding snake guy. None of his friends seemed too fond of me because Tom was now giving me his full attention, soon learning that my interest in him as Draco Malfoy did not stop me from treating him as his own person. I would ask him things about playing the character and what it was like on the set, but I also wondered about the rest of his career and he himself. I think this was refreshing to him, to be treated like a real person instead of a celebrity, though I was still star struck.

Of course, I had to deal with his other fans fawning over him too, and he was like, “every time I just want to have a vacation with my mates, I still can’t get a break.” We ended up chilling outside of the hotel on some chairs with his three friends, but still, I was his focus. Tom seemed very interested in me now as I told him about my boyfriend and what I did for a living, which had him asking me questions that eventually led to discussing our views of the world. He didn’t seemed disturbed when I told him my very extreme ideals, some that I don’t even share with anyone on the internet for safety reasons… why I didn’t filter myself, I don’t know, you’d think that’d be a sure fire way to chase someone away. However, Tom’s ideals were… even more extreme, so much that he had to whisper when he told me about them, for not even his friends knew. He still seemed so friendly, but I was close enough to see this look in his eye, a look of power, hunger for control, and a strong hint that he had a secret life, one that was dark and destructive. It made me ache to know more… did this seemingly kind man actually act on things that were mere fantasy to me?

Sempai found us (I had actually forgotten about her, something that made me feel guilty), and I finally got a picture with Tom on my phone. It was just in time because Sempai came to tell me that Mrs. Gray (our choir teacher) wants everyone to pack so that we were ready to catch the plane back to San Diego. Sempai and I shared a room with one other girl, whom I don’t really remember. Tom didn’t look disappointed to see me go, not until I told him, “I really enjoyed hanging out with you.” He looked shocked, and he said, “hanging out? Like… like as people?” He seemed to be surprised that a fan of his would consider the time spent with him as something so casual. I said, “yeah, you may be famous, but I see your personality, I see passed Draco Malfoy, and I know you’re a person like me and everyone else. I’m honestly going to miss you.”

“You view me as a person?” he asked, and I nodded. I said goodbye to him, shaking his hand, but he took some time letting go of mine, and he didn’t blink as he stared into my eyes. It was a look, not of love or adoration, but of a sort of longing, as if he were looking deeper into my body, seeing my soul, and wanting to analyze it, to find connections with his own, to let it into his world… it was as if he were meeting the first person who has ever shared his views, the first friend he could truly relate to. It was rather psychotic, and I was very upset that I didn’t have more time to pick his brain.

So, Sempai and I rode the elevator to like level sixty-something (the hotel has one hundred floors, and fun fact, floors eighty-eight to one hundred are decayed and corrupted like something straight out of Silent Hill, complete with monsters and everything. Pyramid Head is on floor one hundred, and if you can get passed him onto the roof, you can see nothing but fog, no buildings, no ground, as if the building was impossibly tall. There’s no significance except that it’s safe, and the only way down is surviving those twelve floors again and ride the elevator down, which, by the way, only traveled to one floor at a time once you got to eighty-eight, forcing you to find a different elevator to get to the next one), and we made it back to our room. The girl who shared it with us had already packed and joined the rest of our class waiting to take the charter bus to the airport. Sempai was packing, but for some reason, I couldn’t concentrate, examining the photo of Tom and I on my phone, getting a better look at his face. He had put an arm over my shoulder, my own around his waist, and we were smiling, but behind his very friendly grin, I could see something sinister, just like the look he gave me while we were shaking hands.

Just as Sempai finished packing and started saying, “you haven’t packed yet?! Hurry up or we’ll all miss our flight!” an odd smell slowly came into the room, along with a bluish mist. We both saw it come through the door, which I tried to close immediately, not wanting to find out what the gas was, but the door was too small for the frame, so it couldn’t close (this is a normal occurrence in my dreams). I was horrified when Sempai became engulfed in the gas, and her body turned blue, her eyelids heavy, and she became a mindless zombie, tilting her head at me and advancing. I felt heavy as the gas made its way to me, so incredibly sleepy, and found myself on the floor because I couldn’t support my own weight. Sempai was on the floor too, and she wrapped her hands around my throat, choking me, I couldn’t struggle, I was paralyzed, and I passed out from lack of oxygen.

When I woke up, I was in a van, sitting in between Tom, and one of the sisters. My head was so heavy, but I peered around at my surroundings, seeing that we were in the back seat, and on the sister’s other side were… my now ex-friend, Ariel, for some reason, and Sempai, who also looked confused about where she was. Then there was a rather large space until it came to the middle seats, which had the other sister and snake guy, and in the front were a man and a woman, probably Tom’s parents. Sempai and I both asked where we were, and Tom explained that it had felt so nice to be treated like a real person by people other than his three friends, that he wanted to get to know us better, even though he hadn’t shown any interest in Sempai prior. He told us that he had our luggage shipped back to our homes (which he found the addresses on our state IDs), and had informed Mrs. Gray that the two of us were not going to fly back home with them. Apparently, it took a few hundred dollars to make her okay with this, as she had argued with him, saying that she was responsible for the safety of her students.

I never got an explanation of why Ariel was there, but then again, I never do. Whenever I dream of her, we’re still friends, but I guess in this dream, she was also friends with the two sisters, so she knew Tom Felton, and I didn’t inquire about why she had never told me. This is when… things started getting really weird…

Tom and I became engrossed in a whispered conversation like the one we had earlier. He said that he could see me for who I was, that he had never met someone like himself, and that he was aroused by my personality… yes, sexually. o_O He said, “I can take you away from this world, you know. I could give you everything, give you power over these filthy pieces of trash that litter the planet, give you the power to live the way you want, instead of the way society wants you to live. All I need you to do is be by my side and swear your loyalty to me.”

“What kind of power do you have?” I asked him, absolutely entranced by this new tone of voice, a smooth growl that raised so many red flags that said, “ALERT! DANGER!” But… I liked it. He responded, “are you willing to take the risk and find out?” Common sense told me that this man was not someone I wanted to be involved with, but curiosity told me to say yes. After glancing at the three people sitting on my left, he told me to stay silent and try to be discreet, and he started kissing me. It was not affection, it was not romantic interest, it was not emotional desire… it was lust, dominance, and control. I kissed him back as if I had no free will, but when he broke it, I reminded him that I had a boyfriend. Tom said that this was the way he wanted me to swear my loyalty, and in order to live a new life, I had to make some sacrifices. I didn’t want to betray Michael, and in real life, I NEVER would, but still, my curiosity was too strong.

Telling me again to stay quiet, he had his hand up my skirt, touching me, and his other hand unzipped his pants, pulling them down and exposing himself. I remember gasping, “holy Moses!” upon seeing his penis because it was HUGE. Now, normally I find unnaturally big dicks very unappealing, nasty, and even frightening, but even though his was big, it was not too big, not enough to be counted along side the horrors of oversized wangs in some hentai I’ve seen. It’s like oversized boobs… YUCK! But this… this was desirable. He wanted me to go down on him, but I was afraid of the others seeing, though Tom said not to worry about it. Sooooo…. I did. I’ve been told by many of my boyfriends that I’m great at giving blow jobs, so in this dream, Tom was no exception.

After a few minutes, however, the sister to my left noticed, and she whispered to Ariel and Sempai what was going on. I actually heard these whispers, and my poor best friend saying, “are you fucking kidding me?” She’s always been very uncomfortable with me showing public displays of affection, even something as small as light kisses or hugging, so this was way across the line. Ariel has always been extremely rude, so she said loudly, “hey Kara, are you enjoying sucking on Tom’s lollipop?” This caught the attention of snake guy and the other sister, and I was embarrassed when they looked back, but then they met Tom’s eyes and quickly went back to minding their own business. The sister next to me hissed at Ariel, “you goddamn idiot!” The man and woman in the very front didn’t seem to notice, or if they did, they didn’t care. They had a strange air about them that told me they knew things about Tom no one else did, things that he was soon going to share with me. What his friends knew was to not mess with him.

I noticed Tom glaring at Ariel as she said, “what? She’s sitting there sucking his dick like we’re not even here, and it’s gross!” The sister kept telling her to shut up, so she followed up with, “what’s he gonna do, huh? Tom, you can’t scare me with a fucking glare. Stop pretending you’re intimidating.” I was glaring at Ariel now, too, which did have her a little nervous. In real life, she was the first person to ever say, “Kara’s fucking SCARY when she gets mad,” and it was really hard to scare Ariel, let me tell you. She’s the reason I discovered this weapon of intimidation, which usually works best when face to face with someone. Back to the dream. On top of both of us glowering, Tom was muttering something. “What did you say?” Ariel snapped at him. He kept muttering for a few more seconds, and then smiled, saying, “oh nothing.” Confusion was plain on mine, Ariel’s, and Sempai’s faces, but the sister had left her seat to join the two in the seat in front of us, urging Sempai to do the same. In the mean time, Tom coaxed me into the large space in front of us, pressing me against the back of the seat and covering me with his body… protecting me…

I noticed in the back window a black car that was quickly approaching us. Ariel noticed it too, and she said, “wow, that guy is getting really close.” Then we realized it was driving toward us backward, and my gut told me what it was going to do. I asked Tom, “is this going to hurt all of us?” He said, “the rest of you did nothing wrong.” The black car rammed us hard, but only Ariel and Sempai screamed, and the woman driving even slowed down. The back door of the car opened to reveal three men dressed in black with ski masks on, and they all had guns. They drove so close to our van, they were able to open our back doors, and they snatched Ariel, pulling her in. She was screaming, and as the car slowed down, we all saw one of the men shoot her in the head. Sempai was crying, scared for her life, but my jaw was simply hanging open as Tom closed our doors.

When he returned to me, I asked, “how did you do that…?!” He pointed at the seamlessly plain black cuff on his left wrist, and I saw a very small button and microphone hole on the rim of it… he had had his left arm resting against the back of the seat while glaring at Ariel, and he had been muttering orders to those men to dispose of her. He told me all of this very quietly, not wanting Sempai to hear, though she was too busy crying and being comforted by the sisters, and snake guy was snickering again. Then, as if nothing had happened, he started fucking me, and apparently didn’t even care if anyone else in the car noticed since they knew what would happen if they argued. Apparently, even though his friends didn’t know about his entire secret life, they did know he had men… men he paid lots of money to do whatever he told them to do. In fact, these three people didn’t actually want to stay friends with Tom, they were being forced to.

While we were having extremely violent and kind-of-painful-for-me-but-it-was-okay-because-I’m-a-sadomasochist sex, Tom stabbed my neck with a syringe, injected me with some blue fluid, and I passed out again. He most likely didn’t stop his actions until he climaxed, which I didn’t hold against him later. I had a dream that I was in this nineteenth century village, and it was night time. I was tied up, a masked executioner standing next to me, telling me I had betrayed Tom’s trust, so I was to be punished. The thing I was tied to could be moved around, and at first, I thought the man was going to throw me down the well nearby, but with the help of another executioner, I was lain on a guillotine face down. I forgot to mention that I was watching this in third person, and the version of myself looked more like the real me instead of the hot mama my dream self is.

I was beheaded, and it was so painful, but my head stayed alive. It sat in the basket, and the man propped it up to sit on the neck, and then placed the basket on the ground. A procession of horses were closely following a baby pig, and I cooed at it, until I noticed that then men riding the horses were trying to get the equines to trample the poor thing. I couldn’t turn my neck to look away, so I closed my eyes, but the man held my eyelids open. Luckily, I myself didn’t see the pig’s gruesome death, but my head sure did, and it was screaming and crying. The man told me my head would forever remain alive, and I’d be forced to watch horrible things that I was weak to, such as animal abuse and murder. Then it went black. I came to the conclusion that this dream was forced upon me by Tom using that weird liquid, using it as a warning of what would happen if I really did betray him.

This time I woke up in a large house, brightly lit, very neat and welcoming, and I was lying on a white couch. I was so sleepy and groggy, it took me a moment to realize that the man and woman who were talking to me were the same ones from the van. They were super friendly, telling me that they were so happy to hear that Tom had finally made a true friend. I asked them if they were his parents, and they said no, but those who swore their loyalty to him were all part of his family. They had three children of their own; a toddler boy, a baby girl, and a second baby girl that was only a little bigger than my full grown, extremely fat rat. She needed special care, having been born way too early, and was only alive because they swore their loyalty to Tom in return. Was this man even human?

My fatigue didn’t wear off, but even so, I was asked to look after the children. I felt really sick, heavy, and I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I noticed there was a 3DS on the coffee table in front of the couch, so I grabbed it and started playing a Pokémon game that doesn’t actually exist, and apparently it was some secret cartridge developed by Nintendo, not a hack or anything. It had different play mechanics, never before seen Pokémon, and was actually really dark for a kid’s game. As I played, I still found my vision blurry at times, and I’d fall asleep with the thing in my hands, waking up periodically to tell myself to save because I kept falling asleep!

Then the very next time I woke up, it was night, dark in the house, and I was on my back in the middle of the living room floor. The baby girl was sitting on my chest, which hurt, so I said, “alright, you’ve gotta get off me, sweetie,” and moved her to the floor. However, she crawled on me again, and I told her once again not to do that. She kept doing it, and I was losing my patience. Alright, I HATE children, but in real life, I don’t hate babies as long as I don’t have to spend too much time around them. I do not believe in violence toward them, nor do I condone murdering them, as I believe they haven’t had the chance to do anything wrong that would deserve such a thing. In the dream, though, I actually wanted to throw the infant away from me… I didn’t have to, however. The next time I moved her to the floor, someone walked up and plunged a fireplace picker straight through her chest. She didn’t even make a sound, just died instantly.

“This thing bothering you?” asked Tom. I wasn’t horrified at the baby’s death, which I think was the first test Tom was giving me… would I betray him by showing empathy for the baby? He was pleased when I didn’t. He helped me off of the floor and gave me something to drink, something that woke me up and made my body feel normal again. The parents entered the room, saw the dead baby, but didn’t give any reaction, asking where the other two were. I had no fucking idea, I had been drugged! I looked around and saw the tiny baby lying in a comfy stroller made for a doll, and I pointed her out. The father picked her up, and the mother said she’d look for her son upstairs, thinking maybe he was in his bedroom. Apparently he was, so mystery solved.

I didn’t understand why they didn’t mourn for the loss of their middle child, but a few more people came to the house, and it became clear that this was some kind of cult, for they all had sworn loyalty to Tom, and actually praised him. Tom introduced me as his queen, and that they were to do whatever I said, and protect me at all costs. In the meantime, I was physically involved with him, spending most of my time in his bed.

Here comes another part, aside from the pig scene, that really upset me. Michael ended up finding out about me sleeping with another man, and I tried to explain to him what was going on, but he wouldn’t look at me, and he wouldn’t talk to me. It… didn’t really help that I was naked, wrapped in a towel, and practically covered in cum. T_T I was completely horrified when Michael took a bottle of some clear liquid and splashed it into his eyes. He did not yell, he didn’t make any sounds, even as his flesh sizzled and was eaten away. The skin was red, bloody, and had deep holes, his eyelids were gone, and both of his eyes were bloodshot, the irises discolored, the pupils red and milky. He smiled at me, though it was clear he was blind. I was sobbing, shaking him and asking why he did that. He still did not speak, but gently dropped himself into the pool we had been standing next to, because I had chased him into Tom’s pool room…? He didn’t move while in the water, and seemed to drown instantly. In real life, it takes four minutes max to drown to death.

I dragged him out, trying to get him to wake up, and I was only a little aware that Tom was watching from the doorway. The love of my life was dead, the last thing in life that he knew was me being unfaithful as a show of loyalty to this psychopath who was a physical embodiment of my own inner evils…

It was another test.

Tom asked me if I hated him now that he took away the most important man in the world to me. As he asked me this, he offered me a piece of chocolate. I stood up, wiped my tears, and shook my head. In real life, if I lost Michael, I would be the exact opposite of calm, and my own life would be in danger. However, in this dream, I managed to shove the memories of Michael aside and forget he ever existed. I took the chocolate, and Tom pat my head, calling me a good girl, and saying he just knew I was the one. I inquired about Sempai’s whereabouts, and Tom told me he had sent her home, threatening her to keep her mouth shut about what happened to us. She was safe, more or less. My old life was gone.

Another place I frequently visit in my dreams is a bakery that’s located on a corner of a really nice street that looks as though it could be located in Germany or Italy. I recognized the area as Tom and I were walking around, getting excited as I knew I had been there before in previous dreams, and when I found it, I dragged Tom into it, telling him I was a sucker for sweets. He said he’d buy me whatever I wanted, that money was not an issue for him, so I ended up getting a shit load of desserts, eating on the way home and saving some for later.

But we didn’t go home. We kept walking until twilight, and we entered a one story house that I had never seen before. I asked Tom why we were there, and he put his index finger to his lips to shush me. We entered through the back door, then walked to the living room where a man and a woman were on a couch watching television. Tom walked behind the man, grabbed the sides of his head, and jerked it to the side, breaking his neck. The woman screamed, jumping up from the couch and backing away from it, horrified as she stared at her unconscious husband (FYI, it’s not possible to break someone’s neck by hand like they show in movies and television, let alone kill them this way). I just stood there curiously, wondering what this was about.

Apparently, the couple knew Tom, as the woman was screaming, “please, Tom, please! We’re sorry! We’re so sorry!” Tom said, “you two betrayed me, [woman’s name]. You attempted to go to the police, didn’t you? I’m glad they didn’t take you seriously, that they thought it was a joke. Still… I don’t tolerate insubordination.” He beckoned me closer, and I obeyed, walking to stand next to him. “Have you ever killed someone, Kara?”

“No,” I replied, “but just like many people, I’ve fantasized about it. I’m not sure if I’m actually capable of doing it.” Tom handed me a hunting knife, the blade already turned out. “I wonder if you can pass my next test,” he purred with a grin. I took the knife in my hands, turning it over and observing the serrated blade. It reminded me of the knife Abigail Hobbs used to kill Nicholas Boyle in the TV series, Hannibal. “She’s going to fight back,” I told him, and he nodded, grabbing the woman’s hair, forcing her to her knees, and yanking her head back. “Cut her throat,” said Tom, his other hand grabbing her wrists, knees applying pressure to her legs so that she was stationary.

I approached her, and she pleaded with me, eyes begging to be spared. She told me I was brainwashed like the others, and that I could kill Tom instead, but I said to her, “no, I’m not brainwashed. We just think the same.” I ran the blade across her throat, making sure to sever the jugular vein, and Tom released her. We both watched her struggling to cover the wound to keep her blood in, gasping, shaking, and gargling all the while. Then she bled out and moved no more. The man was still alive, but also still unconscious. If he woke up, he’d be unable to move, being paralyzed. Tom asked for the knife back, then sat on the floor, took off his bottom garments, and made two large, horizontal gashes in both of his thighs. I was shocked, mentioning that there was a vein in the leg that could cause him to bleed out as well, but he assured me the wounds weren’t deep enough, and gestured for me to join him on the floor.

I didn’t really need to be instructed on what to do, my own fetish took care of that for me. I leaned over him and licked the blood from the wounds one at a time, switching between them to allow them to start bleeding again. He was petting my head, praising me, telling me that the world was ours, but I was shocked when he pulled my hair and shoved me to the floor, cocking a gun and pointing it at my temple. I was frightened at first, but then figured this must be another test, so I calmed myself and closed my eyes. Part of me expected him to actually shoot me, because at this point, it wouldn’t surprise me.

“What am I to you?” he hissed in my ear next to the gun.

“I’m not entirely sure,” I admitted calmly. “In a way, you’re my oppressor, but you’ve also become my lover, my savior, and my mentor. You’re allowing me to fulfill my urges, protecting me from their consequences, and even though you’ve robbed me of certain things I deeply cared about, you somehow still treat me like I’m the best thing that’s happened to you. What’s more, you’ve given me something that I’ve always wanted… someone else like me, someone I can relate to. I can talk to you about anything, and you understand… that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He pulled the trigger, and I flinched, but the gun was empty. He laughed at me.

“You got startled,” he jeered. I said, “of course I did, it’s right next to my ear. I did the same thing when I got my ears pierced.” Tom put the gun away, and I sat up, listening to him tell me once more that I was a good girl, but then he said, “you are the best thing that’s happened to me. I’ve craved someone to relate to as well, I didn’t even have to manipulate you, you’re just another monster like me.”

“All humans are monsters, you and I are just a different breed,” I said, and that made him laugh again. I glanced over his shoulder and saw two people staring in the window, horrified, and I grabbed Tom’s shoulder, saying, “someone’s been watching us…!” He pulled his pants back on and stood up, and the spies ran off. “Lie under the window as close to the wall as possible,” he said. “Keep face down, and if anyone but me enters this room, pretend to be dead.” As I did what he said, he whispered something into his wrist cuff, and then left the room. I admit, I was frightened because I felt like my protection was gone.

There were two gunshots outside, which I assumed killed the two who had looked in on the crime scene. They had already gotten the chance to call the cops, and after two loud gunshots, neighbors surely would panic. In fact, one of them came up to the door, banging on it and calling the names of the couple who lived here, saying that he’d kick the door down if they didn’t answer. I was preparing to play dead, but a third gunshot and a loud thump told me one of Tom’s men had killed him. No other neighbor risked going up to the door, but there were soon sirens, and I heard two cops come up to the house, swearing as they encountered the body on the porch.

“Police! Open up!” shouted one, banging on the door more violently than the neighbor had. After ordering for someone to answer the door two more times, I heard the doorknob rattle, but his partner said, “shh! Something doesn’t feel right… I think we’re being watched–” And just like that, two more shots fired, two more bodies dropping dead. There had been a third officer that stayed by the car as backup, but now he took action, bursting through the door. I kept as still as I could, and I felt him point his gun at me, but he fell for the act as he said, “jesus… what the hell?” A second pair of footsteps forced my eyes open, and I saw Tom stride right up to the officer, shooting him in the head just as he pointed his own gun at him. Then he squatted next to me and gave me a cupcake with a casual, “here you go. Stay put, okay?”

“What about you? I don’t want you getting hurt!” I whimpered. He then gave me a walkie talkie and said, “I’ll give you orders through here. Don’t worry about me, I have snipers surrounding this house. We’ll stir up some trouble for a bit before we go home.” I was pat on the head again, and he left me once more. As time passed, I was hearing sirens, police on megaphones, more shots fired that abruptly silenced their voices, more sirens, helicopters, more gunshots, the sound of the helicopter crashing to the ground… and I ate my cupcake.

“Stay still,” came Tom’s voice from the walkie talkie. “Looks like we got some big dogs. They have scanners that can pick up movement through walls, and they’ll shoot right at the wall to kill you.” I obeyed, now even more frightened for my life. A couple shots were fired, the bullets going through the walls, but they weren’t anywhere near me. More people were gunned down by the snipers, and soon, three of Tom’s men joined me in the room, each positioned at windows. The one next to me put his hand on my head, silently reminding me not to move.

As they fired at officers that came into view of the windows, one of the men got shot in the shoulder, but he didn’t make a sound, and it didn’t seem to bother him. I heard people getting evacuated from their homes, and on the megaphone was a threat to bomb the house. That’s when the walkie talkie buzzed, and Tom’s calm voice said, “run.” I didn’t need telling twice, jumping to my feet and bolting out the back door. The three men followed me, and as soon as I got to the backyard, they stood in front of me, as there were officers stationed right in the yard. They were shot, but did not fall, though blood splattered the ground. Then snipers hidden elsewhere shot the officers, and the three men cleared me to keep running.

“Hide,” said Tom, “don’t let them see you.” I was panicking, hopping a fence and trying to figure out where to go. Shots were fired at me, but they missed, and I sprinted toward a town hall building, running behind it to try and obscure myself by the stone pillars. I felt safe once I got there, until I saw an officer patrolling the building. He sighed, sitting right in front of the pillar I was hiding behind, and he got on his cell to call someone.

“They’re everywhere, we can’t even see them, but they can see us,” he was saying. “There’s no way I’m getting close enough to the action. I don’t even know who to look for. I’m being told there’s a blonde girl, others tell me there’s a blonde man, and I don’t know which way to turn.” I think he was speaking to someone back at the police station or something, but he kept peering around the pillar, so each time he did, I had to jump to the other side. “You think this is the cult that couple was talking about? Maybe they were telling the truth… this is their house, after all… isn’t Tom Felton an actor? Maybe it’s a different guy who shares the same name.”

It was just my luck… the officer had known where I was hiding the entire time, and out of nowhere, he jumped out at me, about to shoot me, but Tom was suddenly right behind him, planting a bullet of his own in the back of his head. “Well, at least you tried to hide,” he told me. He was bleeding from the shoulder, and I pointed it out. Without so much as a wince, he dug straight into the wound with a sickening squelch and pulled the bullet out. There was barely any blood. He invited me to get on his back, saying we were leaving, so I did, and he ran away from the vicinity, though we had been spotted, and we were being chased. I saw shadows of people hopping from roof top to roof top, keeping up with us, and I realized they were the snipers, doing everything they could to protect us. They were very successful.

It seemed like a dead end when we hit the ocean, and we were quickly surrounded. Tom ordered me to hold on tight, and he actually ran on the surface of the water, but it was much faster than any human could run… so fast, in fact, that I was left behind, sitting in midair in the same position. Realizing I wasn’t with him anymore, Tom stopped on a large rock not too far from shore, appearing confused. Then my body zoomed toward him and back into position. “What was that about?” he asked. “Sometimes my dreams fight with me, and I’m unable to go anywhere at high speeds,” I told him. “I think this dream actually glitched me out!” With a laugh, Tom dove into the water, and I was able to cling to him as he swam so fast, not even the helicopters could keep up.

By the time the sun came up, we found ourselves in Hawaii… I guess… Tom stole someone’s hat without them even noticing, and he put it on my head to protect me from the sun. He said it was likely that an alert had been put out for our arrest, but told me not to worry because catching us was impossible. Even so, he didn’t want me to get hurt, so he told me to stay close to him, and if we were recognized, we’d have to run again. If we planned accordingly, we could make it back home with no problem, as no one actually knew he lived there.

“You said you’d take me away from this world,” I said angrily, but he put his arm around me, smiling. “I did. You’re not in that world anymore, you’re in my world. As long as you’re with me, people from that world cannot hurt you, even if you hurt, or even kill them. I’m letting you live your fantasies, you just have to put all of your trust in me. That way, you have just as much power as I do.”

“You seem like something so evil, you could be the son of the devil,” I joked, and Tom laughed. “Oh sweetie, haven’t you realized by now?” he said, and then put his mouth against my ear and whispered, “I am the devil.” I knew he couldn’t be the same one from my other dreams, Mephistpheles was a completely different entity, but Tom was definitely some incarnation of the devil, and now it made sense why he was worshipped. He was our god, and by association, I was now their goddess. The only thing that got in my way was mortality.

After a few hours, we were recognized, so I was on Tom’s back again as he ran. He seemed to be having fun with this, and something told me he did this often, just to amuse himself. He said to me, “ready for things to get hot?” and without waiting for an answer, he started climbing up a FUCKING VOLCANO. You guys know that I’m TERRIFIED of volcanoes, right? Fire, lava, anything super hot, NOPE. So I was shouting at him, but he simply laughed and told me to keep hanging on tight. To my surprise, even as we got to the mouth of the volcano, it wasn’t that hot. “If you let go of me, you’ll burn alive,” he warned, and he leapt into the lava. It felt like warm water, and to ensure my safety, I was clinging to Tom tighter than I ever had.

He found a tunnel at the bottom of the volcano, and we went through it, coming to an underground cave that existed due to a trapped oxygen bubble underground, so we were no longer in the magma. Still, I had to keep hold on Tom, or else the surrounding temperature would kill me. He easily hopped along rocks in little magma pools, gaps in the ground, we went up and down slopes, through more tunnels, and in no time at all, the bodies of magma became less and less, and the air became cooler, Tom said I was no longer in danger of burning alive, and we climbed up a wooden ladder, and…

We were back in his mansion.

Tom contacted his men to make sure there were no casualties, and it was confirmed that they were all safe. Then Tom surprised me with something. He said, “I didn’t rob you of everything you cared about…” Curious, I followed him to his bedroom, and I gasped, seeing my rats in their critter nation. They were completely unharmed, and I was squealing, jumping for joy and hugging Tom.

Then the dream changed. Tom was gone, I was in a different room, and I was curled up in a fetal position, floating in midair, and unable to control which direction I went. I slowly floated along like a ball sitting on the surface of a pool, only changing direction when I bumped against a wall. Michael was back, and I told him I was sorry that I cheated on him and caused him to kill himself. He did not forgive me, saying that a monster like me deserved a monster like Tom. I asked where Tom was, and Michael said, “back in his home with our rats, our children, Kara. You’re trapped in this room, this purgatory I created for you. You’ll never see him again, you’ll never be able to leave, you won’t be able to move… he’ll think you ran away from him, and he’ll kill our rats.”

“He’d never do that to me!” I cried, but Michael said, “he would if he thought you betrayed him.” I told him that Tom would search for me first, but Mike said he’d never find me. Then he said goodbye and left me in this room, floating slowly and aimlessly, bumping gently against the walls, and crying my heart out.

Then I woke up, made my way to the bathroom, and threw up in the toilet.

Can you imagine if I met the real Tom Felton and told him about this dream? I’d be able to write a book called, “How to Lose a Guy in One Hour.” I mean, I really did enjoy many parts of the dream, but the parts with the pig and Michael… I can’t get the image of Michael’s acid burned face out of my head… that smile… those eyes still wide open even after death… and that last scene where I was clearly being punished for my actions…

The real Michael told me my mind hates him. My mind is just going to have to deal with the fact that I love him. Man, though… what a dream.