Another day has passed, and another dream has passed. Again the same dream, but a little bit weirder. There was a small man named Joe, apparently I know him from school which I don't because I am homeschooled for many reasons. One of them is bullies, I get bullied a lot in Junior High. But there is this one girl I am friends with too, I asked her earlier today if she has a rose land dream over and over again and she said, "Not a rose land dream, but a candy land dream." So I guess I am not alone! I am kinda happy I am not alone. I thought I was the only person on this earth with this, but I am not, Which I am so happy about. Sometimes I go to bed crying because I had always thought I was the only one. Her name by the way is Willow, my name is Jada. I like the fact that I am not alone, but since Willow is my friend, the fact that I don't like is if I ever stop having these dreams, she is going to be on her own. That and my parents are now thinking I am a weirdo. I hate it so much. I already get abused for everything, but now I get judged for everything I say, do, think, and dream. I hate this so much. My parents and sis are gone at Walmart. I love my parents, but I hate the fact that they do all this stuff to me, even though I did nothing. I ask this question every time when they do anything to me, "What did I do to you?" But they never answer. I don't know what I can do to make it stop, but I have to find something, and get it done fast enough before anything gets worse.