Friday, November 16, 2012
Just Got Back
I just got back from the mall and went for a jog and a walk. I'm looking rosy. I also took a shower.
Psyching
Why does Ellen DeGeneres keep trying to psyche me that I'm crap? ':[
ell, that's what I feel, from the messages others give me as clicks in my room. I don't really care much about it, though.
Ah, quit! You're making really perverted sounds. WTF your problem? SHUT UP!... This won't stop and you won't know what happened. I'm getting these noises to like knock me out, like a pervert. I'm not sure if it will get worse, but I know it's wrong.
ell, that's what I feel, from the messages others give me as clicks in my room. I don't really care much about it, though.
Ah, quit! You're making really perverted sounds. WTF your problem? SHUT UP!... This won't stop and you won't know what happened. I'm getting these noises to like knock me out, like a pervert. I'm not sure if it will get worse, but I know it's wrong.
HELP
I'm getting perverted messages. Really perverted. I don't know why. Like, it won't stop, and I'm being bugged. It's really annoying. Well, it'll stop for sometime.
Dream
In the dream before, there was a point I imagined one person was from like more of a country that was rather solid but an island smaller than England and Ireland, and that someone with them was from a similar yet different island. The 2nd person was rather like kinda slick and fragile. The other was understanding.
There was something else I remembered but don't remember now.
There was something else I remembered but don't remember now.
Dream
I was on a trip, program.
I remember I went in a room alone and was imagined being carried and having someone, a female, put there arm on me in front. I went like in a room, alone. Supposedly, that person would be there. I got made fun of, like by some Asians, when I put my foot on the side of a bed.
We went to a gift shop with food. I left my money there. We went to a more expensive one that was set up like a ride, except you walk. I didn't have enough money. We went back, with a girl like an Asian I was, and I called the number I had remembered on my cell phone for a credit card. The other girl, who bought something already, was called something and then like a nigger. Then end of dream.
Before that, I was with some girls. 3 of us were gonna do band. We couldn't pick an instrument, and I was the one who came to. A bunch of attractive girls came and sat on a couch, one on my feet with straight long honey hair and bangs and it felt good, kinda warm and tingly but a little other worldly and major.
I was trying to lock myself in a room that wasn't taken. There was a dark room, that was supposedly a bathroom, with like 4 doors to lock. I think someone got through one.
I went on that ride, and they advertised something that was like something else I thought of in 3 words, but "Alice, Alice, Alice," maybe. I equated myself with not being a pretender, and an old man sitting at like a long table connected on the side facing me admitted that little kids could copy me. He said it would be interesting if I plowed through with people my age trying to copy me.
I remember I went in a room alone and was imagined being carried and having someone, a female, put there arm on me in front. I went like in a room, alone. Supposedly, that person would be there. I got made fun of, like by some Asians, when I put my foot on the side of a bed.
We went to a gift shop with food. I left my money there. We went to a more expensive one that was set up like a ride, except you walk. I didn't have enough money. We went back, with a girl like an Asian I was, and I called the number I had remembered on my cell phone for a credit card. The other girl, who bought something already, was called something and then like a nigger. Then end of dream.
Before that, I was with some girls. 3 of us were gonna do band. We couldn't pick an instrument, and I was the one who came to. A bunch of attractive girls came and sat on a couch, one on my feet with straight long honey hair and bangs and it felt good, kinda warm and tingly but a little other worldly and major.
I was trying to lock myself in a room that wasn't taken. There was a dark room, that was supposedly a bathroom, with like 4 doors to lock. I think someone got through one.
I went on that ride, and they advertised something that was like something else I thought of in 3 words, but "Alice, Alice, Alice," maybe. I equated myself with not being a pretender, and an old man sitting at like a long table connected on the side facing me admitted that little kids could copy me. He said it would be interesting if I plowed through with people my age trying to copy me.
Dream
The middle girl from "The Brady Bunch" was like the person I got in something. She left me like some stuff, and I remember a big thing and 2 small things of liquid or like perfume|potions and one saying "Helena Bonham Carter."
Later, I met her and the oldest girl. They spoke to me. I did something and they noticed. Things happened. They looked young and had kinda small nails but that like took up a lot of the skin at the front of their fingers.
Later, I met her and the oldest girl. They spoke to me. I did something and they noticed. Things happened. They looked young and had kinda small nails but that like took up a lot of the skin at the front of their fingers.
Story
So, I've had some interesting dreams on Ellen.
First one I remember was I was in like a studio with a shaded off kitchen, with petitions. I was trekking her but not feeling anything.
Then, or maybe this was first, she was really like fatter and old and was tired coming off stage and I was trekking close to her. She was surrounded.
Next dream I remember I was on the floor of a house and she might have like said seemingly, "Get up," and she lifted me under my arms.
Next dream, I thought this was real, like a round rover lifted me by my lounge shorts and placed me on a hard carpet by the door. I was in my bed.
Next dream, I posted recently, well, a figment was starting to pick me up, and I tagged it as someone else at first. I was being carried and I said stimulated like 100 times or was this the next dream, and like I first was in front of the person and then on the side.
Next dream, I posted in this blog, seemed real. An arm came and put its hand on my private. It was ghostly but seemed really solid. It carried me around for a long time, and I was you know just faintly yet intensely in a way stimulated. Wait, then, didn't this turn into something?
No, that's not all. I've had dreams of her fingers. The first one, she was feeling my fingers, like going up them, with her fingers. The next one, I just described, she was rubbing my arm from under a blanket and I was apparently rubbing back her fingers, I said in my blog, which I think I remember, now.
First one I remember was I was in like a studio with a shaded off kitchen, with petitions. I was trekking her but not feeling anything.
Then, or maybe this was first, she was really like fatter and old and was tired coming off stage and I was trekking close to her. She was surrounded.
Next dream I remember I was on the floor of a house and she might have like said seemingly, "Get up," and she lifted me under my arms.
Next dream, I thought this was real, like a round rover lifted me by my lounge shorts and placed me on a hard carpet by the door. I was in my bed.
Next dream, I posted recently, well, a figment was starting to pick me up, and I tagged it as someone else at first. I was being carried and I said stimulated like 100 times or was this the next dream, and like I first was in front of the person and then on the side.
Next dream, I posted in this blog, seemed real. An arm came and put its hand on my private. It was ghostly but seemed really solid. It carried me around for a long time, and I was you know just faintly yet intensely in a way stimulated. Wait, then, didn't this turn into something?
No, that's not all. I've had dreams of her fingers. The first one, she was feeling my fingers, like going up them, with her fingers. The next one, I just described, she was rubbing my arm from under a blanket and I was apparently rubbing back her fingers, I said in my blog, which I think I remember, now.
Colbert
I'm too tired to watch him. I was gonna go to bed but decided to eat. I'm gonna have a mushroom & olive pizza, probably the whole thing, a big chunk of beef, and a zucchini chopped and cooked, baby spinach cooked, and mushrooms cooked, the vegetables all cooked together.
I don't need another life-shaking dream, but I think that these dreams are good. I am just guessing that they are the result of what happens to me.
I guess I'll write a sorta story like a dream.
I don't need another life-shaking dream, but I think that these dreams are good. I am just guessing that they are the result of what happens to me.
I guess I'll write a sorta story like a dream.
Question
So, when something weird comes up and you're in a bind anyway, what do you do? Come to a conclusion?
Like, time, how long does it take for you to get over something? How do you know that it will get better if you do that? Will something bad happen if you do something you don't need to, just this time, or would you consider it like sucking up in a good way?
Like, time, how long does it take for you to get over something? How do you know that it will get better if you do that? Will something bad happen if you do something you don't need to, just this time, or would you consider it like sucking up in a good way?
Experiment
Sometimes, I hear faint clicks and other types of remote other-worldly noises constantly.
I have to be careful on the computer, usually don't stop typing and am sensitive to how things load. I'm trying to get over it. I have to move the cursor down, too, so it doesn't like keep loading and stuff. I have to be careful everywhere...
I have to be careful on the computer, usually don't stop typing and am sensitive to how things load. I'm trying to get over it. I have to move the cursor down, too, so it doesn't like keep loading and stuff. I have to be careful everywhere...
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