Strange Dream
Last night I had a very strange dream.I was at the Lake of the Ozarks with my father (that's where he lives). I don't remember that much, but my father was not being himself. I recall him yelling at me, telling me my hair was horrible looking.
Now I remember! I went to live with him. And the new school I went to was full of preps, and the entire dream they were mocking me. (Along with my father.)
They told me I couldn't wear my beloved converses anymore, and that I could not wear the things I wear. (I am very individualistic and I make my own clothes to ensure no one else will even have them. It would kill me if I did not have that privilege.)
Then I drempt I was running, where to I don't know. And I fell in the mud, and my converses were covered in mud, that, I remember. It was a big deal. Then my father was yelling at me about it.
I remember seeing my mother and begging her to take me home, but she said no. She said my father would just get mad. I was like, 'Who cares?!' But she wouldn't save me from my nightmare.
Then I woke up. I'll let you know my father is very nice to me, and he loves me. And I seriously doubt he would ever make me dress any differently than I do. I just hope this NEVER happens. Whew. I wonder what was going on in my head. I wish I knew someone who did those freaky dream interpretations.
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