06/01/2023:
This was a continuously loopin’ dream; what’s written ‘ere are the few loops I remember, ‘n whilst the dream could warrant a place in the Nightmare sections, for the beginnin’ alone, it wasn’t scary or nofin’, even got a lil’ goofy at the end.

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In this dream m’small. Doll-like, but m’still me ‘n I still got function over my body. M’a hostage in my own home, ‘n the man keepin’ me ‘ere is obsessed w/ me. It’s implied that it’s Peepaw Davey but his face doesn’t exist ‘n the man had classic American white guy hair (Thing’s that Peepaw Davey does not have lmao). This man acts as my father; he goes ta work ‘n I stay home until he comes back, where he won’t leave me alone until it’s time for work again. I wait for Peepaw Davey ta come back, I don’t move until he’s home ‘n asks for me ta follow. He takes me ta a car, square in shape ‘n it’s not one I own. He opens the back door for me; inside is Meemaw Puddin'. Dead ‘n tied up. I scream but my body doesn’t move. He grabs me ‘n then it loops.

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This time m’aware of the loop; I’ve been through this many times before ‘n m’aware of that yet I can’t remember the loops before now. I know I gotta escape before he comes back. I make ta escape from the window in my room, rippin’ the flyscreen off, ready ta climb through. It’s smaller than my actual window ‘n the ground is closer; ‘n my body is smaller, it’s a tight fit. As I climb through I take notice of a spider, it’s dead, ‘n doesn’t seem ta be affected by the loop. The timin’ of my escape is off; by the time m’conscious of the loop, he’s already here, pullin’ up in the driveway. I make it outside ‘n he sees me. A chase starts. The place m’in has a large field ‘n I take cover in some bushes as he drives around the field, lookin’ for me. He finds me. He’s angry. It loops again.

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It is different this time; we are somewhere else. I don’t know what point in time it is anymore. We are on a trip, ta the ocean. He’s there, on a boat with your parents. We are alike, but I get the feelin’ that you are better off. We are trapped. The bay where we are has a wooden structure built; it is for people like us, it’s enclosed on both ocean ‘n land side, as well as the roof, leavin’ only the front ‘n back open for us ta walk along the bay. There are openin’s big enough for them ta see us, ‘n us them. I thought about tellin’ you. I don’t. We walk along this structure until we reach an area with shops. Alleycat is there; she isn’t like you ‘n me. She drags us inta what appears ta be a nail shop, it changes inta a souvenir shop as we walk in. There are a lot of little details that get noticed here; items inside the shop, beanies, sunglasses, prescription glasses. My eyes hurt. I think about how I can escape. I don’t bother. It loops again.

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M’in a street this time. It’s crowded ‘n m’already running. He’s drivin’, a white-silver opel diplomat coupe, up ‘n down the street as he sees me. He does not get out of the car. I decide ta hide in someone's yard, there are bushes I hide behind. The person who lives there can see me from their door. There is no way for him ta see me, but he does. He always finds me. It’s different this time, when he finds me, it doesn’t loop - it shifts.

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We’re on a road, drivin’. Except it’s different. He’s not here. Garcia ‘n Derek (Criminal Minds) are in the car, a faceless person is drivin’ them. A song is playin’ on the radio ‘n Garcia sings along. When it ends the radio host says Bruno Mars is the artist, ‘n Garcia asks me if I knew about the accusations against him. I don’t. I’ve got no idea what she's on ‘n I never find out cuz it’s over ‘n I wake up.

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