Oh, my God. I just had the worst dream ever. I was about to cry. Everything was just so horrible. We were going to go to South Dakota, and I remember being at the camp ground, but then we were in my house, but it wasn't my house. It was so different. Okay, so I was on the computer and I left it for two minutes to go to the bathroom and my parents were standing outside of my door. And they said that Tomek (brother) told them that I didn't believe in God and that I had Jesus action figures and I would cut their heads off. So they took away my computer and I argued and argued telling them it wasn't true and that I needed to talk to my internet friends. They refused to so I pulled Tomek downstairs and asked him why he told them crap like that and he said something that didn't make any sense, but I didn't get to ask him what he said because my mother was coming down the stairs and I thought that maybe I'd get in trouble for talking to their wonderful son. Then I rushed upstairs and looked at my room. My monitor was gone. So I could still use the computer, but I would even know what was going on or if I clicked on the right thing. Then I decided that I would go to the library the next day and use the computers there and send messages to all of my friends to tell them what had happened. Okay, then, all these people I hadn't seen for years were at my house. But they didn't change. They were still children and their parents were there, too. But those weren't their parents. They were people I had never seen before. So I was, like, "Okay, whatever. I must not remember what the parents looked liked." Then there was this beautiful Border Collie in my house. He was one of the families' dogs. He was amazing. His fur coat was beautiful and he liked me right away. Snickers liked him, too. He didn't bite him at all. So I hoped maybe we'd be able to keep him. Anyway, I went to my room and I had a bathroom next door, so I cleaned the bathtub and took a bath. I came out and my room so completely different. The bathroom didn't even exist anymore. Everything was so smooshed together and hideous. I ran out of the room and asked my mother what happened to my room. My father pulled her away and said, "She might use you for her sacrifice. She's a satanist." I got mad and started screaming. Then the next thing I knew I was at an animal shelter. And they were giving Snickers away. I begged and cried, "Please, no. Let him stay. God, please. I need him." And then just left him there and got a new dog. Snickers was so small and so scared, sitting in the corner all dirty. I cried as they dragged me and their new dog home. Then I was in a towel, looking at the mirror. My hair seemed a little darker so I looked closer and it was a black/grey with blonde streaks in one of those 1950's haircuts. I ran out of my room and asked my mother what the hell she did to my hair, she told me that she thought it looked nice so she had it done while I was asleep. I was furious. I ran into my room and then back out, my computer was on a desk in the living room. I went on it to change my password so that my parents couldn't mess up my computer. Then I was about to walk into my room again and I woke up. That was horrible.