The lake. That lake. It's always been a main scene in my dream. I'm not sure if it exists in real life, and if it does, I'm quite certain I've never been there. That's a good thing, too, since whatever goes on at that lake is never good. The details of my most recent visit there were foggy at best, and the memory has faded much since the dream was a few nights ago. I lost a few things. They were all coloured orange. A friend of mine was in the water, but my things sunk just as they reached for them. I screamed for them to forget it. Don't go under the water. I felt I knew they wouldn't surface again if they did.

Last night, I was rich. I was on a shopping spree, throwing anything that struck my fancy into the cart, included some weird gifts for Piggy. Things like powder that turned into cat milk that turned into the liquid greens stuff. I didn't know why a cat would need such things, but I bought them anyway.