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Had to funny dream where I was a literal rosebud and despite my cartoonish pig appearance me and other rosebuds were working to the bone in this mine.
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Everyday we would get precious gems and ores and take them to this wooden shack, that's where we lived, all packed inside. In a small forge outside me and the other rosebuds would somehow craft these really good looking apples. For whatever reason once made they became organic and ready to eat.
Every now and then Rosemi would drop by and eat these apples, if she didn't like them she would spank us and ground us. If she really liked them we would be receive headpats and compliments. That was our reason for living.
Randomly me and the other buds would take turns to work in the mines, craft the apples, make new dresses for her or grow roses for her to wear in this garden down the hill.
One day a rosebud died when Rosemi didn't like one of the apples, she was really angry and one of the rosebuds got so scared and tried to run away from the punishment but as soon he was outside the shack he tripped and fell down the hill on the roses field and literally stabbed himself to death with the thorns.
Rosemi was crying and after we buried him I woke up.
