So this is where I go to talk about dreams, right? And talking about it is supposed to help maybe?
I've got nothing to complain about who I am in these dreams, because to be quite honest, I'm an adorable kid.
But, I'm a slave? My mother's a slave, too. And my slave master is a giant slug who either blows up her slaves, beats them, or fucking eats her slaves' children!
What kind of horrible, fucked up world was this? I don't really want to be reliving this even if I get to see my mom aga.