"bale hay bale"

Date: 9/3/2021

Jill and Kelly for Brayden birthday but it was summer not winter. No cake but a cookie monster cake that was half uniced and my mom and sister and me wanted it bad but everyone was asleep and j&k were outside. I took a walk around the porch to drink a root beer and they were on the front porch dressed in 1800s clothes just staring forward bit they walked with me back to the back porch. I dropped my root beer can and it rolled down the steps and all the way into the pool. Jill and Kelly followed and they got in the pool but I went back inside. Still wanted that cake. There was a FLF on the porch with tiny upper leaves like jade and it was decorated for Christmas but it was also producing flat spiky pads like a Cactus, but growing down like a droopy Berry. My mom was talking about making another cake since we weren't sure if we could eat the one that was there. I finally asked Jill but the cake wasn't for Brayden it was for a little. Kid so glad we didn't eat it. I was carrying the icing knife and Jill took it from. Me and made a video of herself wiggling the tip of the knife with her finger to send to the little boys mom. She was just curling her finger against the knife like she was folding tissue paper it was scary. Then we had ate "bale hay bale", it was plant fibers that were kinda stuck together like a rope (like collagen tbh) and you had to pull them apart and roll them between your fingers to separate all the fibers. When you did that it was very beautiful bc the fibers were a golden wheat blonde and multifaceted. And they tasted like bran flakes. I asked how/where to get more and they told me just to buy a bale of hay from someone who had a baby horse whose mom had died. Finally decided to go home. I was driving myself and bailee. Mama wasn't there anymore, maybe she had already left? It was really hard to control my speed in the driveway, felt like I was going too fast and I could barely see ghostly shadows of dogs and felt like I was gonna hit them... It was like having no headlights at all. The speed got worse when pulling out of the driveway. Pulled across the street and had to actually slam the brakes and hold them stomped down to stop in a loud squeal. Check engine, overheated, and other lights and indicators came on. Bailee was annoyed but not blaming me. Turned off car. She went across the street where a group home coworker lived to get us help.