damsel fly paste

Date: 2/6/2021

Giant family reunion. The Meers. Mimi was alive. Rob Sadler??? Sean (yes him) and sister living in west room. Sister was also Erika but instead of plants she had animals. She had fat sweet cuddly mice/hamsters that purred. A couple of parakeets. A lizard that then she thought went missing but it had made a cacoon/egg and then hatched into a true dragon. Rob was pissed that the family was trying to gather or go somewhere that wasn't covid safetly compliant. I was too. My parents tried to force me to go and I panicked so hard that I jumped out of a moving car onto the county road. My body became separate from me (maybe I died?) and it got pretty shredded up. Then when we looked we couldn't find it. There was snow on the edge of the road and into the woods. Maybe I was frozen somewhere? Later on there was a real investigation and the police made my parents get the car examined by a professional (but it was just the car dealership not a forensics person???) and they signed paper saying there was no damage or evidence to suggest they killed me or disposed of a body. Later on this kind of repeated, with me again jumping from a moving car. This time I didn't get hurt or die, and I ran into the woods to escape. My parents knew that I had figured out that they had disposed of my dead body earlier and they were trying to silence me. I had to find certain plants/insects/places/materials in order to do some sort of spell to get away. I specifically remember I had to catch damsel flies and roll them between my hands so that they would open up like a seed pod, and a blue sticky paste inside would make me float. I gathered other materials like snow from a specific sacred area, and built a raft. The damsel paste made it so that my raft would float 3 feet over anything. I used it to escape, pulling and pushing off of trees to propel myself without leaving any tracks that anyone could follow. I floated along a creek, which was perfect because it was wide and over water, so I could use a stick to propel myself without leaving poke-tracks. Eventually the creek became tropical and emptied into a very pretty lagoon about the size of a house. Steve Irwin was there and saved me when a python was coiling around me in the water. He had a turtle on a leash, and it had an alligator head. He would sic it on things, like the python, and it would just insta-kill them. The other side of the lagoon, opposite from where I came from, was a nature preserve with exhibits of habitats and small wildlife (plants, insects, fish) in open glass boxes.