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The start of the dream was night we were in prison and I wrote a secret code on the whiteboard, which has something to do with the number 9 for some reason, to tell people we were breaking out. The guards got mad and I blamed someone else. I think the dream is connected to the next part but I am unsure since I woke up several times this morning. Deep below the prison they make clay versions of you but they need to be personalized so that they trap your soul. Once they make the dolls of you, they have complete control and you don't move anymore. While they were making mine, it broke free and escaped. Consequently, I also broke out. The clay versions take your ideal form if they are not molded all the way so there were two me's in the end. A small group of us made the escape and found an abandoned diner to bring back to life while we wait for the rest of our group to escape. It works well. We hide money in our own little ways in case we were to get caught and needed to run. We also have a cult following of people that do our bidding or bring us gifts even though we don't ask. Those people get resentful and attack the building because we don't give enough back to them. That was s**t. Jon was in my dream as my lover that I was waiting for. He came through the doors and ran up to me, kissing and picking me up off the ground in that ILU swinging thing movies do. We had a bunch of food there waiting and he turned his attention to that. Yup, it was a short and sweet appearance but still had enough emotion behind it to tell me that my subconscious likes him. That's super important.

Lulz, I always have adventure dreams. I love it but it seems kind of weird when I think about the kind of person that I am. I prolly think of myself as more boring than other people see me.

My mom told me yesterday that my grandparents paid for my high school education. That.... is s**t. That.... is s**t. I... I wish so much that I had never gone to that school that this makes it even worse. A. if I say I wish it never happened I sound ungrateful B. if they had never borrowed the money in the first place, things would have been so much better SO WHY ******** DO IT IF IT WAS SO HARD FOR YOU?! Ugh. It was just something that almost killed my good day yesterday. Ugh. I get weird about money.