I read a violent book before going to bed so I had a nightmare. I had a dream that a monster that looked like a lion came into our house and ate us all. It was absolutely horrible. Our whole house was a sea of blood.

My mom told me that it’s okay after I woke up. But I couldn’t stop vomiting. The blood! The monster!

I don’t even want to talk about it anymore. But I was upset all day, sighing and being short tempered. I just wanted to break something after having that nightmare. I was so upset with everything.