Dreams I had last night:

• Morris, my dog, zombie-fied. Idk, his butt was bitten and looks rotten. I actually saw his nerves and the inside of his skin, bloody. Creepy. He was alive and awkwardly looking at me but I dunno how to react and what to do.
• Dad was scolding me about my boyish attitude. He wanted me to walk with demure. BTW, the word demure does not exist in me.