Tiny Dolls of Doom...

I forgot to write this. I am at the camp, and last night I didn't sleep very well at all. I think going to bed at 9 c'clock is actually very bad for you. Anyways, I had this dream...that caused me to be immensely scared of tiny tiny dolls. Like, seriously. They are fricking scary. The dream went something like this...

It takes place at camp, during the summer, during a little kids' camp. I was sick or something, so
Brian and Sammy locked me in my RC room, and he went to get groceries and Sammy went to sleep in her room. I was ticked, so I somehow snuck out, but as I was sneaking out, Brian came back and someone was like "April is leaving her room!" so I had to run as fast as I could to the "new" building.

But I was suddenly on the waterfront/arts team, and had to run a slip-n-slide with Ashley, and Brian (who suddenly didn't care that I got out of my room). But apparently I didn't like being 50% on the waterfront team, so I left them with the kids, and went to the kitchen (which was really small). My dear friend Alana and sister Jill were cooking everyone's food. Alana was like the new Brian, and Jill was the new me. Alana had just gotten back from Hawaii, and kept making small bowls of salad instead of real food, but she didn't mean to. But she couldn't stop.

I kept saying "if you need help, let me know." and she kept saying she was fine. But Jill were like shaking her head sooo fast and yelling "NO, she's not!" but Alana couldn't hear her. I don't remember what was wrong with Alana, something about Hawaii...

Then another staff (who doesn't actually exist, I don't think) and I decided to watch TV, we were watching the news, and this news report came on about tiny dolls, and how much the witches hated them...and it was SO scary. It had this clip of someone making a tiny doll, and there was a whole in it where a disease was supposedly going to enter (and the tiny doll would come to life). Then it should this "footage" of a tiny doll strapped to a roof at nighttime, and these puppet witches flew over on their broomsticks, and one of them started screaming "it's so annoying" and started whacking the doll. Then it all of a sudden flew at the camera (ie...my face), screaming. Then I woke up. It was 6:00am, so I just got up.

Now tiny dolls have been on my mind all day. It is scary. I hope I don't have more dreams about being locked in my room, bowls of salad, tiny dolls, and witches. The end.