Oh my

Date: 3/30/2018

-robbie -head -Pokémon -painting -rude lady One day I was going to school, when my mom suddenly stopped me. She touched the back of my head and said I couldn’t go to school because I had a burnt scalp. I live in Oregon, and I only ever had a burnt scalp once when I was eight. She felt my head, and concluded that I needed surgery to replace my scalp. I suddenly become nervous and scared. Why was my mother so suddenly diagnosing me?! I went on about my day until my mother calls me by my name. I go downstairs and see a hazmat tarp that is bright yellow on our dining table. She told me to sit on the table. I am sitting on the table when my mom approaches me. She has three syringes in her hand. I feel really confused as she injects them into me one by one. I ask my mom what she’s doing, and she mentions something about the same thing she said earlier that day. So I just laid down and closed my eyes. ————————————————————- I peered over the rails of my stairs, looking at the living room. My mom is sitting with three other people, watching a presentation. The man is announcing several things. It seems as though it’s a meeting for religion, yet my mom wasn’t religious at all. I watch it a little bit longer, and then I see the man with the presentation display Pokémon on the screen. “... The code to connect is 164, 198.” He announces. Quickly, my mother grabs my 3DS and and connects to it. I start to memorize the code in my head. (Nobody knows I’m looking at this). I quickly run upstairs. When I get to the last step, I stop. My whole body pours over guilt, realizing what I have done. I memorized a number that wasn’t for me. I quickly run across the hallway. I see Emma H. I tell her I memorized a number I shouldn’t have, and I tell her I feel guilty. She starts to reassure me that nothing is bad about it, until I got an idea. I quickly zoom back downstairs, and see the guy who presented sit down. I walk over to him, my hands seeming like I’m holding something. I really wasn’t, but I give him the pretend box. Before he can ask, I tell him. “I’m sorry I memorized your number. I am a visual learner so I am giving away my vision.” —————————————————— Later that night I walked up to my old room. I open up the door to see Emma H, Tall Emma, and another person. They are all painting on my wall. My walls are beautiful, the paint was a purple to pink, fading. On another wall that has the window, it was painting in pastel rainbow. The walls were beautiful, and Tall Emma was the one leading the painting. I got to help paint my own room, and I remember painting a rainbow. ————————————————— Couple Double! Robbie likes to play a lot of strategic games, such as that one basketball game where you can trade players and go against others. Basketball fantasy? As we were painting my room, I notice Robbie on my computer in the corner of my room. I look over and I notice he’s playing a game. The screen at the corner had COUPLE DOUBLE in a golden shining font. There were tabs under it that went across the screen, and at the top right was his login. (“Welcome WarriorDance145!”) He showed me the leaderboard page, and he was top 3rd player internationally. His rank was AG, but supposedly that was one of the top ranks you could get and he was the best. ——————————————————— All of these dreams are grouped together because they happened in the same night. I might post them individually.