I'm a good slime monster?

Date: 1/10/2022

I was undercover attending a school. I'd possessed a girl, I was a slime, not a person. And in this school they learned to hunt and kill monsters. It did sorta make me nervous but I was there to investigate a disappearance. Valentina was my roommate at first. One day she was acting odd. Utterly catatonic, this creature zombie thing. As if she wasn't even home. She slept in my bed, at the foot, because everytime she did anything, it was ineffective. She had no one home. I didn't really like Valentina much. She was reserved and a touch me not and reminded me of my mother. Anyway she came back to herself as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn't been away. It was odd and disconcerting. I kept getting lost in this store. There was a corner store bodega. I went in there once, late, to grab a bite to eat. But once you are in you wander into a huge store in the back, then it's like a mall that connects to various locations around the world. There is no hub, or station, or reason to it. Its just one big room that keeps going and going and going. Before I know it I'm lost in a different state. Every exit I find is so far away from home I might as well be on the moon. I didn't bring my wallet, or anything but my phone. It was late. I was running out for an emergency snack. I called Valentina for help. She didn't answer. I finally do get help at a help desk. She gives me directions on how to get home. I'm so grateful to her. The next time it happens I find myself at the same help desk. I take a number this time and she isn't as kind. There's also a thing in the tank of a toilet left nearby making phone calls to a nearby number taker in the waiting room. The thing looked like remains of dirt or poo. It moved around the tank, on a tiny smart phone, then it grows. It becomes a cute tiny flurry or maybe snow monster. Also my dog is with me and she gets impatient waiting. We wait for four hours the second time and eventually she has diarrhea on the carpet. I star cleaning it up, but suddenly realize something and am struck with an enlightening epiphany as I stare at the poo. Something about caring for others.. Cleaning poo is the equivalent to caring for people. So I'm back at the college dorm. The room is like every other room. In the middle, a giant bed headboard that divides into two very long beds. There are rules about how you keep the place clean. Its a whole thing. Rules that dictate a lot of what we do, but in a cutesy way. You say "oh my gosh" when you pick up all the stuff you scattered around the room and return it to order. Things like that. My roommate is likeable now. A different one I think. We end up getting along, being if not friends comfortable acquaintances. So the dream comes to a head when some guys murder my roommate. Or two roommates in another dorm disappear. I then am dealing with toys, figurines not people, and I rally my group to sus out the issue. My roommate is missing. And a toy, a beloved friend "Poltergeist Polly" was meshed with another figurine and now can't be restored. We lost two friends in one day. Did I mention I'm their size? Maybe we are possessing toys. But it feels real. Finally I'm alone in the dorm, taking care of cats. Its boring and odd. Finally my roommate comes back! Just as I'm cleaning up, so good. I keep cleaning. I feel upset to see them, even as I'm happy. Later we stage a coo that isolates how the other two boys murdered the person I came to investigate. They spied on them with a plush cell phone left in their dorm. we had it ours too. My doormats had been next. The dream wraps up with me finding out my purpose all along was to cure the horde of sick zombie people plaguing the city. I was supposed to eat them, then let them go, and the city would be frosted. When the frost came, snow and winter everywhere, everyone would be themselves again. Not a monster after all. I cured people. A snow healing monster. Slime. Whatever. It felt good to know. Also, on the way out of the mall, I taught an asian boy how to wash his hair. It was too dry and he stopped me to ask how to fix it, so I poured a bottle of water over his head. Then added my favorite hand soap. Then sent him into the shower, which where most stores have public restrooms apparently this one had showers. I yelled at him to add conditioner. His mother stood my watching, grateful, the whole time. He was a teen, btw, not a kid. Respectful too.