Good Grief

I was visiting home for the first time in a while, and I remember my family visiting sea lions (like we did in California). Once home, I went downstairs to the basement. There, I saw both of my dead cats. I froze, confused, because they were supposed to be dead. I’d seen the one be put down. But he ran up to me, meowing, and jumped into my arms like he missed me. I started crying. When I confronted my parents, they said both cats needed to be kept in the basement because they weren’t doing well. I asked why they hadn’t been put down, but my dad explained that arthritis wasn’t reason enough to do that. I spent time with both cats, and I just ended up in tears. I woke up in real life, and my face was completely wet with tears, and I started crying. I felt such guilt for not realizing my cats were alive and missed me. I was then back at my place with some friends (I think LM, BG, AF, SH?). We were exploring the local breweries, and having fun overall. I remember dancing with either L or B, and he like did this thing where he bit my lip to make a design on the inside of it. I ended up fainting for some reason. It was a really fun night though, I felt like I belonged. The next day, things began to intertwine with the game Life Is Strange: True Colors. We were participating in a LARP, and I was playing a flower fairy. I passed out again. It was fun and pretty outside. I remember the 2nd Life is Strange game mixing with Attack on Titan somehow. Finally, I was kidnapped with some other kids. We were in this house in the woods, but it was a very nice house, and it had a classroom with desks. This was going to be our new school. I didn’t recognize any of the other kids, except the one was Aria from PLL. I remember trying to escape with her.