The book and the ring

Date: 8/31/2020

I remember having a ring. I remember it making you stronger. I also remember having a book that was very important; I can't remember why though. I died in my dreams 3 times, only to be resurrected. Each life went somewhat differently, though I was in the same place. The first time, I knew that I couldn't let the people around me get what I had. I had a couple of friends who protected me and my possessions (because they knew it was safe with me? I'm unsure). I was running away from many people. We were in a building, a giant building. The people there were holding an announcement- i watched as three women passed me by. They walked down an aisle, all three glancing at me before going to be sacrificed. I remember screaming and crying because I knew the third one and didn't want her to go- I tried to fight but I don't think that worked out because I believe I ended up running and trying to escape, because they discovered what I had. A lot of my friends died trying to help me escape. In the end of my first life cycle, I ran and ran and got to a building. It was night time. I entered, maybe thinking I would be safe. The people in there put me in a freezer and then erased my memories. I ran through the sequence of my first life again- except the only thing that changed was that instead of a book, it was the ring. And I happened to change into a black cat once I got out of the building again. I remember hiding under a car from two children. They picked me up, and I was dead again, thrown into a freezer. The third time around I finally realized my power. Those who came after me the first time would not mess with me or my friends anymore. They tried coming at me, one man in particular did. I remember power surging through me, and punching him so hard he went through the window. Finally, my friends and I were safe. I righted the wrongs done to me by those who kept killing me, and erasing my memories.