Ocean apocalypse

July 2017

Lavender, freya, a little brother for them named Buster? colour, mistaken identity, a girl named Connie in freyas body, a dog in busters body)

Me trying to go to school with them.  We run a club together at school that takes care of the barn animals as well as school events.  

Bodies start switching minds and the animals get restless

I look for the siblings but find strangers in their skin

Things start to get scarier

I have a journal of things I'm trying to get done while madness happens around me

The siblings and other ppl start switching minds like crazy.

Buster finally comes back to his senses.

Buster takes me to the beach to swim with a friend.  Buster looks like an older Rufus.  The friend looks like that dark handsome guy from ffxv

Freya is milk coloured and a great leader. When Connie ends up in her body she is very confused and doesn't know where Freaya switched to.

Lavender has lavender hair as she should, a slightly feral and confused teenage girl.  She doesn't know what is happening but somehow feels like she does.

One lady puts materials in my sketchbook to make her logo and as I attempt to weave a straw garland for a festival.  I have hundreds to make.  I cry and break down from stress.

As I do the world goes nuts.

Sky goes dark, animals get zombified.  Dogs start attacking everyone.  Eldritch dog creatures with long tails, sleek black skin, and Demise-like teeth/faces start mauling people.  Lavender dives into the pond to escape them. The confused Connie/Freya switches back to Freya.  Buster still acts like a dog but his consciousness wavers. So does mine. One minute I'm in freyas body and the other I'm in lavender.

Buster realizes I'm fading too and panics when he's lucid and coherent. Buster tries to snap me out of it. Meanwhile we fight the dogs and feral sheep kept in the barn nearby.

Town is immaculate seaside town eith neat gardens and colour washed houses

I smell the ocean. I always know where the water is.

I try to grab my notebook

Notebook says something about a prophecy which I remember I discuss with the siblings and handsome friend at some point.

It's freya. She has to be the one to sacrifice herself.

I suddenly realize I'm Freya.  I've been switching bodies so long I've forgotten which person I was.  

I eventually go outside and float into the sky.  The dogs howl.  Buster screams and cries and begs me not to go.  In a flash of light she's gone, and suddenly, I'm Lavender, watching Buster cry.

I know what I have to do.  For some reason.  Buster looks for me even though the world's calmed down.  I smell the water.  I run from him.  He cries my name.  Lavender!  But I keep running to the sea.  I hear him splash behind me, trying to grab me, but I dive into the water.  Buster is left alone crying on shore.

Violence never served me.

I had a nightmare last night.

I've had a few dreams this year but I've forgotten to write them down.  This one I should.

Phoebe and Peter had a huge fight last night and I think that's why it affected my dream.  Peter shattered a few dishes in his rage and I don't blame him.  I'm just tired of these unnecessary conflicts.

The dream started with a family living in my house alongside mine.  I don't recall the details, but I refused to do something for their two children, who then proceeded to throw a tantrum.  When I went back to my room, my Ikea display case with my dolls was shattered.  My pillows were torn, my curtains cut, furniture broken, shelves gone.  There was a pile behind my nightstand, remnants of my dolls.

I don't recall the middle of the dream.  All I know is I wove through the house, which had transformed into a quaint brick hotel courtyard of sorts.  When I went to what I recognized as my basement (merged with some sort of large ballroom area? It's hard to describe), I found the two daughters of the family.

I proceeded to beat the shit out of them.

I haven't had a violent dream in a while.  By a while, I mean the last I remember was... I don't know.  I must have been nine or ten or so.  I took a microphone (which is accurate to our basement, filled with audio equipment) and I just... beat them bloody.  I beat one and the other started to cry, and I grabbed the other one and beat her too.  I first knocked them out by a blow to the back of the head, then I just wailed on their faces.  In my dream they didn't bleed, just bruised badly, because you can't really bludgeon someone to death with a microphone.  Even by dream logic I knew that, which is probably why I picked that as a weapon.

It makes me feel a little sick.  I didn't enjoy it. I was filled with rage.

I then went up to my kitchen, where my mother was washing dishes.  I proceeded to smash each dish when my mom immediately began to scold me for what I've done.  I think I was so frustrated because I had to take matters into my own hands, again, like always.  These two girls entered my room and broke everything I owned, and instead of having my back, she was criticizing my actions.  Now that I'm awake, I agree with dream her (lol), but in the moment I lost control and just started to smash everything.  The dream ended with my mom pleading me to stop, but I snapped at her, "There's no point.  Nothing matters.  Let's just break it all."

I woke up to my alarm clock and went to work.