lunagoddess

I was a boy and I had a brother. His name was Wes. Somehow we had joined a cult like group. It was evil. The pentagram was everywhere, being carved into people’s skin. It was dark and there were evil ogres everywhere. There were some male humans, they looked depressed and malnourished. There were rows of human heads, there was a hand with the fingers cut off nailed to the wall. Wes and I sat down trying to go unnoticed. We wanted out. I knew our father wouldn’t want us there. All this was Wes’s idea and he was realizing just how bad it was. I somehow got us out. Our father was an ogre, but of a nicer kind. At this point I was just an observer. The father was driving a van and Wes was sitting in the back. The other brother was out chopping weeds. He called for Wes but Wes didn’t want to go. The father said, “Maybe you’re more like me than you realize.” The father realized that he did belong in the cult, just not with his other brother. The father is a diplomat for the cult. He goes there and talks in front of the others on a podium in the day time. He’s trying to advocate for the women’s rights. They have an equal right to kill and torture. Some of them start complaining that his sons haven’t been contributing.

I’m on a boat in the day time. I’m going out with a group and several other boats for commercial fishing. The water is clear and a captain is explaining stuff to us. He explains that when the rudders break he has to call an expert who knows what he’s talking about. The boats start going and one almost collides with a couple of people on a raft, which the captain is annoyed about. On our boat the captain sees a note from one of the crew members that they had an appointment and won’t be on the boat until later in the day. That simply means they got left behind for good. We go to clean out their room and there are a lot of protein shakes of a specific brand. It’s chocolate milk flavored. It’s supposed to last for 15 years and we all discuss how gross that is. There’s a room filled with animals. There’s a little poodle and several cats and kittens. We have fun playing with the animals and petting them. We set up a little area for the cats to keep them from escaping and give them access to food and water. At some point I jump off the boat and I keep going down, down, down. I never stop going down until I start forcing myself up. I’m worried about my ears. My ear drum is perforated in real life and I’m not supposed to get water in my ears. I realize I can breathe, albeit I still feel oxygen depleted and I realize that I’m sleeping so it doesn’t matter. But I start to worry that I can still get water in them while I sleep.

D driving me somewhere and my mom posting Instagram pictures of her 3 yorkies lined up.

Sarah’s son plays games like chitty chitty bang bang and has a british accent. Hailey occupies my old room at my mom’s house and I tell her to get dressed by throwing two shirts at her. “Oops, that one was supposed to be underwear.” She’s laying in the bed and I need her for something. I’m shopping for astrological books online and they’re all hundreds of dollars. I decide to go with the cheapest version, which is paperback. The amazon fire version was cheapest at $70 but I don’t have a fire. Then I realize the “cheap” paperback is way overpriced anyways so I don’t buy any at all. I want to see a show about a certain historical site turned into a museum but that’s also expensive. I go for the cheapest show which is in a small, curtained dressing room. The guy is doing some illusory tricks but he’s not very good at them. I steal his wallet, tip him $5 from it, and leave. I start feeling bad and turn around to return it. I feel like Nicki Minaj or something. I realize that D and I have more money than him anyway so there’s no point in stealing. I’m very resistant to returning it, though.