Cult Family

Date: 8/31/2019

My entire family was a cult and steeped in intrigue. The women were incredibly subjugated and mistreated. They sorta played into and used the system just as badly as the men. It was a den of crazy. I think my mother got me out, had me in secret. Now I was back, a teenager, in a high school surrounded by these people. My father was there, very prominent in the dream. I was there pretending I didn't remember anyone. My grandmother knew better. She tested me. So it was a lot of people knowing other people are pretending or holding secrets or whathaveyou but no one living in the open. I set up my dorm room and bed area as very gothic. It was nice, I got some gothic dolls, a graveyard doll, from the store in the front of the school. It was all on lone, as you ahd to pay to own it, but the school was considered part of the store ai could have it in my room. Everything was nice and set up. I had a roommate come and she was my sister. My father wanted us to be friends. She was raised in the family, in the cult, and believed everything. She was working against me, or rather I was working against them all. The dream happened twice. Once I was there, my father introduced us and we hated each other. The next time I chose to be late to the meeting and he gave her meatballs, special ones not served to the rest of the school in the cafeteria, and I met her in our dorms instead. We were cordial and I charmed her with an anecdote about the year previous where I barely ate anything in the school cafeteria. It was true, I had been very hungry that year. But I made it sound like choice not lack of funds. Anyway I was often tested by matriarchs of the school, and my sister now slept by my bed. I worried she could hack my phone and learn all my secrets. I had a brand new computer but it was void of any of my information. She could get nothing from it. I had two other phones in the drawer, each broken. I decided 5o keep my phone, the working one with secrets, with me at all times. My grandparents were very outspoken but bellieved all the tenents of the cult religion. I felt they were often on the otus with the rest of the cult. But when involved just as bad as everyone in it. I kept expecting them all to catch me out. I was an impostor, a mole, I was there to do something well good (by the view of the rest of the world) but nefarious to them. They viewed me with the utmost suspicion. And I them. My father was often in the dream. Trying to be a father for the first time. But also, one of them. It was odd. Like everyone around me was crazy and evil. There was a cute animal, like a hamster which got bigger and bigger, which was a sacred to their cult religion. It was so cute, they found one on school grounds and my father let me keep it. Or watch it. It grew fast and resembled a baby girl when it was larger. I hugged and cuddled it and adored bouncing it and having it in my arms.