Dream

As some cars rode by, they reminded me of my dream.  Ellen had these slabs of ice (glass) hold me up on a wall and watch me feel perverted but not in a like really weird way.  Except, she wasn't really there.

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There were these toys and one had really nice gold hair in red and maybe then yellow light.  The toys alternated with gold hair.  I picked up a male farmer and it stayed gold awhile.

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Also, in the dream, there was like some kind of casual country music, and I was clapping like it was dirty.

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So, I imagined Ellen was talking to me as figments of her present self around a big room with a screen projectal.  I guess she was pretty much barking at me.  Like, she was telling me maybe how to get stimulated and maybe how not to.  So, she did something wrong, apparently, and was definitely going to the police, too.

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So, in this big room on the floor, I put my hand out and felt a solid clear thing that was hard and kinda smooth yet soft.  I put my foot out and it went through.  I did this awhile, and eventually a big black police with beady kinds of eyes and a flashlight showed up like, "That was it."

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So, I was pretty upset etiquettely.

Before, I was in a room like floating around imagining being stimulated by someone for some reason but not like a full person.  It was pretty long.  I was doing stuff before, and then I heard my grandma and great uncle and kids.  I put my arm over my eyes, my puny, dirty, stinky, smelly, stenchy, arm, but it doesn't smell too disgusting.

Well, I guess I should figure out why this happened!  I know before, I imagined it sorta and it became kinda concrete.  I don't remember the nature of it.  Ah, yes, I was awake and thinking of all the problems she caused me and imagined she like put her arms around me.  Anyway, that was why.

I've become more solid, thanks to others.  They related an excellent idea!  8)  You should have a solid square sorta elongated triangulared curved inwward triangled face.  Except, kids here in Florida go crazy, literally, and adults find it rather funny.

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So, I'm wondering why I did that. I think I just do it. It was a dream. I knew it was a dream. I knew I wanted to do it.

Dream - The CAB

So, there was like a thick thing you could drive with between me and the other person.  There was a big layer of like barrier from front to back.

Before I Went to Bed

Before I went to bed, I thought I was able to be enveloped in something that I wanted to be enveloped in, like a machine.  It made me mad, and it still does.  So, then, I started like thinking of defending myself and heard some cars go by and started losing myself but not wanting to actually hurt anyone.  I had gotten mad that someone wouldn't control their defenses as I settled down.

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I had distinctly remembered some toys I may not have ever seen.

I also imagined I had a little strip of a machine that showed my classes where I saved my grades.

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So, my right arm just got solid like the space under my crotch.  Now, my foot is getting solid.  Kinda, like it's giving me a warm tingly feeling.  Like, it just got really strong and feeling.  The skin is flapping and shaking.  My heart just got hard like a pebble.

So, what was really amazing was that I was able to feel arbly and time what I was feeling with someone.  It was so nice to get on the lap of a lady.  I can't say it was totally satisfying.  It was sorta faded by then, like a flash of images.  Anyway, I was really warm and comfortable.

Dream - AH! HELP!

I was really feeling bad.  I'm not sure what happened, but lots of people were attacking me, young and older.

So, I'll start off explaining I was riding in the police with ... okay, so I woke up with my head pumping but for now in a godo way.  I was in the car to the police with Ellen DeGeneres.  So, what was happening before I hope I remember.  Before I went to bed, I was like thinking I was controlling myself being stimulated.  I was able to imagine that she did something I did in a previous dream with Orla Fallon.  I was in a seat next to her in a theater and put my arm around her and cuddled with her across a big seat.  So, since she was being mean and it was her fault I went, I was hoping she'd put her hand on my back, but then she started rubbing it, and it made me like warble and sorta jump and she didn't respond but knew.  She had a little girl with honey hair on her lap, and I was fine.  She wasn't cute, totally, but seemed to have nice hair.  I'm not sure what was up, but I kept imagine these feelings with my back getting rubbed.  IT was sorta the silly feelings, like feeling dizzy but not feeling it much.

It was something I did.  But it was the figment that was rubbing my back.  I had exerpienecd these feelings, previously, but not from her, though probably partly from her and othersm though I don't know for sure.  I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I was really upset when I went to bed by like everyone but some little kids.  I did want to do this, but it ended happening, like I did something that happened to me before I went to bed.  So, somehow, I pretty much imagined I was getting on someone's lap, which I don't do much.  It seemed kinda like her but not like feel like her.  It did seem like her.  I guess I didnt like this.  So, she was still rubbing my back, and I guess I imagined eventually for some reason I was like having sex with her.

So, before that, I think I was thinking about other things.

So, this little kid came up to me and told me I'd be going to the police.  It was something I did to my mom.  I was in a big room full of kids.  I was alone before or with Ellen.  Or with others.  There wa someone in the back of the car, like 3 levels, a reporter girl.  So, anyway, I also woke up feeling like at my crotch that there was really something solid, and I still do.  I think I woke up on her lap, though.

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I was in a class run by nuns where I chose a college major in Music Education.  I kept leaving and coming back.  I was with my family, I think.  I was like relocating.  I was in the car with what was Taylor Swift, who was a little huskier like me, a boy from Pennsylvania, and maybe someone else, a kid.  I was showing them a collection I had of animations I made inspired by Tim Burton, on a screen, things I cut and pasted onto different backgrounds.  We got out of the car, and I brought it.  A stack of CDs and a 1 CD.  This time, I asked the nun the difference between majoring in Music Education and Performance.  Like, I was getting into like that Music Education I liked and that people did it for fun.  She asked me my range.  I couldn't test it on the piano and said it was F and low C.  I had been warming up, oh, in real life and was cut off.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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I remember the part near the end where I was supposed to look up and print a song that had 2 distinct parts on being happy or like walking.  It was a song I supposedly knew.  So, I remember I was under some covers.  This lady, Ellen DeGeneres, put her hand on me and like sorta finger-knuckled me to get up, posing as my mom.  I was rubbing her fingers.  It was funny, supposedly I had literally imagined her like generously massaging me on the top of my back.  I guess she was kinda mellow and caring.  I did get up, right away.  I was sorta on a machine that was supposed to be a computer.  It had different like shelves where it opened more after the 1st 2 with certain options controlling what it did to like my website, that showed up on like an arcade screen.  Also, supposedly, I had a nasty, little brother.  Maybe a baby sister that was sweet and fair like Ellen.

Then, there was another part in religion.  Finally, I was in the class.  They proceeded to separate people into non-singing women, which squawked like me, Irish boys, and then the select rest of us, girls, to walk like along the road of a forest.  The religion teacher was proud and protective sorta of singers because they had to be church singers, unless they were private prodigies.

The dream was pretty long with lots of people before.  I called the little boy stupid for being mean to me and said other people were worthless and later said he wasn't.  We were like at a store, like a grocery store.  I sorta said sorry on the floor of the computer room.

So, I liked the part near the end before waking up where the lady was like poking at me with her fingers.  It did make me feel in that area, gave me that sorta tingly, warm feeling in that area.  Kinda nice, not too mushy.  It was funny, the person left off sorta saying or thinking okay that it was funny I supposedly imagined her rubbing me.  I had waltzed down the grocery store recently  thinking of how I literally imagined things, covering things I really had go through my mind, more or less.  I don't really do that, anymore, imagine things so much, but I probably would.

So, it was really mysterious when the person touched me.  Nostalgic.  Like, time to git up.  Like I was a good person, though I was kinda  in a rut.  Like mentality and healthwise.  I just hadn't made the right decisions and was not forced to live richly.

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I was with this girl, and I don't remember what we were doing though we were together awhile.  She had a really big thumb and small pinky.

Then, I went in and saw a lady who was dressed like me, like on my first day of school.  She had a very rich peach top that was like a dress, glittered, over maybe gold glittery pants that were lose.  She hugged me a little.  Then, I was in my bathroom with her and another lady.  The other lady was taller and bigger, and the lady I saw first was just a little taller and was bigger.  I hugged her awhile.

Then, I had another dream.  I think I was at a church with a male preacher.  I was sorta in trouble but not big trouble, for some weird thing I did.  I went out.  I was walking along, met some kids from New Orleans.  They were thinking how their experience was genuine as New Orleanians.  Some had kinda voluminous hair.  They accepted me for some reason, and I Was taken into their stride.

These dreams were long, though I think the 2nd lasted from 11:11 A.M. - like 12:23 A.M.