I feel dead. Heard my stomach grumble, but I don't really feel hungry.

This is what my dog does. I have to get up for her. I have to feed her. I have to clean up after her. I can't die yet because no one else will have the patience to care for her.

Here is my dream:

I remember another dream. I dreamt that my mother and I flew out of the country together, and my dad was supposed to get on another flight and follow us. We had a stopover in Canada. We walked from where we landed all the way to where we planned to spend the night. We walked through an orange forest, but despite the bright pretty colors, the place still looked abandoned and something unusual that I saw while we walked was a set of teeth, but it was flattened out for some weird reason. I think I saw my mom and I in the room together and then she told me my dad caught a direct flight and we'll meet him in that place we were headed to before she left the room. I folded the blankets because that's what you do when you're the last to wake up.

And then idk what happened in between. I just remember being on the passenger seat with someone who felt like my dad, although I'm not sure if he really was my real life father. It was nighttime and we were being chased down and shot at by people, and it had something to do with the set of flattened dentures l saw on the ground. 

And then I remember running away alone and hiding in a beach. I went to the sea and hid in the waters. I hid as much of myself as possible and kept the only most important parts out on the surface enough for me to breathe. I remember losing consciousness and then waking up on the sand and being saved by an important woman whom everybody respected. She took me home and tended to me like a mother and then I was safe.

I remember being one of their close family friends and helping them out to hide myself. Where she lived was a place that was 2200 km² big, and the Earth's land mass in my dream was only 9000 km²

I remember walking the whole 2200 km² on my way to leave the house. I remember that the exit was a dainty garden with flowers above my head. Even the gates were covered in baby pink flowers.

I remember that the exit led to the same beach where I hid, but this time, there were many other people, but they were celebrating my existence. This time around, I didn't feel scared for my life anymore. 

The holidays are still awful. I feel so bored. I feel dead. Pakamatay na lang kaya haha jk