Art Book 3

Dream

It's weird, so bear with me

I (apparently) had a younger sibling who my mom and dad were going to give up her life for my brother who was ill. Now this girl is four or five years old. Very young. They treated her, and us, like trash.

We were at the roller rink and we had to stay the night there. Me and my brother had a shared best friend (I think his name was Josh?) but he had a rare disorder that gave him only two weeks to live. My parents didn't care at all and wanted him to die.

So my brother, Josh, and I? We ran away. We stayed at the rink and made friends with a group of people. An elder woman and her family.

And Bijuu Mike was at the beginning....he was dying as well in two weeks (idk why).

So after the session, we went to gather our belongings from the back room. Once that was done I cant remember how, but we got to my house.

Then somehow I was stuck with mom and dad while my brother and Josh ran away. I tried convincing them not to let our sister die. There were other ways to treat my brother (I'll just say he's named Fred for the time being, but that's not his name)

But my parents didn't listen to me. At some point I started cussing them out and then ran off. I didn't have my school laptop or my trumpet. So I went back to the house and retrieved them.

The place we were staying was an old church on a backroad at the bottom of our street. There's not actually a church there, but I've never been down that road, so I don't know what's over there.

Apparently we had no electricity, but we were fairly good I suppose.

Now rewind a second, after I ran off the first time, I somehow, with Fred and Josh, got back to the rink. I killed my dad, then somehow later on he came back to life (idk. Dreams are weird)

Also when I went to get my other things, I got back to the rink's back room, then I was at my school in the New Tech classroom. My mom was a teacher briefly while this happened. I got my stuff and turned back around and said "good luck catching me b***h!" And ran off. I went into the bathroom, the boys bathroom mind you! I figured my mom wouldn't think I'd be in there.

So now my mom and dad opened the front door to our house toward the end of this dream. They had some more of our stuff apparently. It was a trap obviously.

That's about all I think. The weird crap I dream of!