I dreamt that my family owned a store that was all glass in the front, like a laundry mat or a restaurant. And some Asian people took it over (don't ask me why, it was a dream) and we fought to get it back and we did but they took our puppy. And they said they'd give it back.

When they "gave it back", they gave me a cardboard heart-shaped box that was red and white and my dad said right away, "They didn't give it back" and I opened the box and there was a dead baby bird with no feathers that had been mutilated and bloody and I poked it and it was cold and I was disgusted. And I wanted my puppy back.

What a dream.

fucked up.

*sigh*

xoxo, mErci