Eee, I had more dreams! They were sort of not good? I don't know. Anyway, we all ran away from Atlantica but my super psychotic governess sent her killer eels after us, and then
she came after us. It would have been scarier if she hadn't somehow had a pink camouflage fin and a matching army helmet. But! Daddy came to our rescue! And music was allowed again in Atlantica and it was all perfect!
Then I dreamt I was sixteen, like I am now, and I collect human things. From shipwrecks and everything. We found a fork and a pipe and got chased by a shark, then we went to the surface where my seagull friend Scuttle (who's a total basket case), told me about them. But he said they were a snarfblat (pipe) used for music, and a dinglehopper (fork) used for styling hair. My mermaid self totally believed him, too.
Oh! Best news though! I woke up with a music box from my first set of dreams, with my mom and dad dancing inside. It's beautiful.