I am still trying to get over, and trying not to forget, the events that have happened upon me lately.
I had another dream come true, I was playing a game with a boy who said he rolled a two instead of a four. I had to take a breath and roll onto my back. I started to get sad because a memory of waking up, in a peaceful house, with a loving mother flew though my mind. I cried that night and ever since then I have been depressed and I know that this is just the pod, soon this shall spread more and more, I will probably become depressed, unless I find an outlet, or this cursed plant should run out of room.