I dont wanna write this but its good

 abuser packed its backpack full. But i had suspicious it took something mine. I politely and nondescriptly ask it about the contents of one of the sections of the backpack. it willingly shows. nothing sus. then i ask about the bigger section. it forcefully declines. I either sneek a peek or force a peek. ANYWAY when i do i find my books and all it's fury about being searched goes away in an instant. MY BOOKS, BITCH, HOW DARE YOU TAKE WHATS MINE. I pile books on top of it, drop actually. It's turned into a cat, Mulya, this time, but i know it knows what it did and i shouldnt really feel remorse. bc its not a cat.there are people watching this happening. there are not only books in its backpack but also food. my mom's food. I wlll never let it take whats mine (i hope)

GOOD DREAM
a girl, a neighbour? i think i came to her yesterday irl. we are on a trip. and people went along but we remained, separately, behind. she is naked now, sitting off the road. and i am writing her a message that can be interpreted as a flirt or as a friendly joke. maybe if i send her my nude photo NOW we can become a couple. maybe i can interest her in myself. since its more normal to be naked now when she s also openly naked. Anyway im writing her a message, standing on the road, but my phone turnes first part into my mom's text/work text. I furiously delete it, but as i do the rest of the text gets smaller. [when i try to delete my mom from the narrative it starts feeling less and less important] i hit the phone, my expensive galaxy, with my fist and am angry and also instantly regret this.
I turn the corner and i am at the UN convention, i speak up about how the world needs our collective help. i speak on behalf of russia