Nightshade

Date: 7/26/2017

So, my biological father was a god in the shape of a dog and my stepfather was a god in the shape of a human. All of this was really confusing, but I lived in Manhattan with my mom and my step dad, and I found out I had a lot of half siblings, curtesy of my biological dog father. My boyfriend, though, was the son of my step-father, so we weren't really related, and it was decided that we would get married? This was while we were at a graduation party my great-aunt had arranged, but I don't remember anything about it. I was super pumped for this, and my friend did my make-up in glittery green paint, but she only did one of my eyes. And then I left the hotel we were staying in and went over to his apartment. We were fooling around, and I saw that he had scabs somewhere on his body that he shouldn't have had scabs, and I asked him about then. He said, "It's God's greatest upset when someone with these scabs gets to have sex," and I was like, then god's going to be pretty happy because you have to tell me what they are. He said that it was a drug called nightshade, and that he only did it once and he was clean, but then he laughed and said that it stays in a person's system for 15 hours. He'd been high the whole time I was there, and had been acting scary, which I put down as something else. I told him I wouldn't mess with him until he wasn't on the drug, and then I left. The room he was in connected to an apartment that had the rest of my family, namely my aunt and my cousin. My mom and my cousin were having coffee around the table, and I went over to the animal cage. First, in the cage, there were just the ginuea pigs that I'd expected to find, but then I was directed into the pantry, and there were two whole cages of rodents. Mice, shrews, and hamsters were all in the one cage I was looking at, and I was taking out the white mice and trying to name them and remember their names when we had to leave for a picnic. The white mice were still on my arm. Anyways. We went to this picnic by going through buildings and people's apartments. My (real-life) dad was planning on meeting my cousin from earlier for a game of some sort, so we were going quickly. My boyfriend was supposed to be with us, but as we were walking my aunt showed me a video of him and his friend Emily, stoned out of their minds on bean-bag chairs in a basement. And Emily was a serial killer who'd killed 300 people? It broke my heart though, because I knew I had to keep my word and I couldn't talk to him again. We went on and reached a meadow. The mice started falling off of my arm. I thought he still might be on nightshade when I woke up.