Dream

It's hard to remember it all, but I kinda do. I was in my dorm and I was too tired. My roommate was there. I remember I saw Tim Burton and he was with his daughter. I was mad everyone thought his daughter was better than me. I was so tired, couldn't move, and then college started. I went to the office to get my schedule. I saw a little girl, and she asked me who my "something" person was. She had straight white shiny hair, was maybe 3 or 4, short, and English. I said "Ellen DeGeneres" and some things and she asked me backsome questions. So, I guess I went back to my dorm and had some problems and I guess I asked the office people to help. I noticed a CD was in a crack that I had, and I made some noise, some people in bed, to show I as mad but didn't hurt anyone. People tried to justify why I deserved it, but they knew it could happen to them.

Then, we were all outside, and like something happened. This time we were with Elln DeGeneres. I think that a flood came and I imagined I was wearing a scuba mask. We held our breath and the water went down. I wasn't helping because I was so tired. Ellen DeGeneres was watching over us all. I said I was tired when she came by. So, she like finally felt at ease with me, for some reason. Then, we all went in 2 lines, and she actually started talking tome but looked like someone else. I think that some people said that when she came out the 2nd time. She looked a lot shorter, too. Then, I said it, even though I hadn't "always been to school there." It was funny. Then, I remember we were in a room. I was adament toher, already. She closed a door kinda mad, seemed more like she was younger but still looke dkinda the same. I went through the other door because I wanted to follow her and it seemed like I should to ask if everything was okay. She addressed the issue and reclosed the door. There were other neat workers there around my age. I think something else happened, she said something else. Then, she came back to us, and there was a bleached blonde there, a little fatter than me witha smooth physique. I think she started singing something to her she made up then told her to kiss her. I think it seemed awkward. I did something, said something recited that made sense, from my notebook, that fit in, and when she smiled and people looked and she got closer I put the book in front of me and said maybe someday. The other girl wrote in her notebook, and it was weird. I did, and it wasn't. I think she was very pleasing to me. I said we need our own and we tore out that paper and I almost ran out of room.

It was "Friday" and I went to get my food, assuming it'd be pizza, which was buried under another piece of food, cheese. So, I saw biscuits with something good, roasted chicken elgs, greens, and I think potatos. I used to always dream of getting a McDonald's ice cream sundae at the college next door in this place, and sometimes I got it. I heaved and was gonna go somewhere like that. Instead, I stayed here.

I also remember telling Ellen DeGeneres, maybe in her self form, that I had so much trouble setting up my dorm and had to get help from the office, when it was pretty much set. She asked if I needed help, and I like gaped|opened my eyes big and said no.

So, it was interesting I felt pretty close to her. Also, there was a girl I knew in it, and she changed to one of my schools and someone noticed her. I usually feel overpowered by people, so I was attentive, though. I came in the room with Ellen DeGeneres and talked about her for some reason but decided not to mention 1 thing, her hair color. I explained how I used to be the opposite of her. I was more like Ellen DeGeneres in that way.

Tim Burton was approving of me, pretty close but not much contact. His daughter I watched twice and noticed the 2nd time she seemed more detailed and more like me.

Of course, my favorite thing was the mystery of Ellen DeGeneres.

I had 2 dreams before of like a news lady talking maybe or maybe that was another day or one of them.

I think some people are getting nasty thoughts about Ellen DeGeneres and the way that she relates to people. 8^. I mean, I am generally quite an accepting person, but like it's like they don't want her to appeal to a certain audience, if you know what I'm saying...

So, yes, I had in this dream Ellen DeGeneres taking special notice|care to me and that what I did was always right because for some reason I knew the ropes and pretty much knew what I was doing somewhat automatically though awkward.

Also, I got mad by myself this week, and now I notice that people are going around thinking certain things and it's bothering me. I wonder if they found out through my parents. They seem to do wrong things to me when I feel bad because it makes them feel bad.

So, yea, it was interesting, the different scenes in this dream and being with all the different people.

I know we went through this. I've been contemplating why people today some are so short and I guess some are so tall. Because I was so tired she gave me this inkling. She said because of it and something else, I think also being too tired for my dorm|college, that, since I guess I think about kid stuff sometimes and stuff somehow, not sure why I like to dream or somewhat along the lines of the feeling at least think of me, that she'd just pick me up and carry me. It didn't really seem to happen, but I think it did. Like I was a kid still. Which I am to her. It's hard to see it any other way. It was like she was going to do it with people and ended up paying more attention to me because everyone else wasn't paying attention|didn't really care. So, oh yea, like I think I said, she said because of that maybe we can set something up, like probing into the idea, of what she wanted to do and what I accepted and how I felt and what I really wanted in life. Like it would be how it would make sense technically and it's not just something that comes up for no reason in life. People who really live.

So, yea, it was a pretty nice dream. I was worried and uncomfortable.

Other things you might like to know are ... oh yea, I didn't really feel good myself in esteem about being picked up in this dream, probably because I've been mad lately alone and my parents don't like that ... so there was a net under my bed and for some reason I was thinking it was if you fell. It was to store stuff. I talked about propping my bed up a whole level so I could go under it, but it was sheltered by some things.

The funny thing is now I look like a boy and serious.

So, the girl I knew, we were looking in a yearbook from 12th grade and she just transfered. She was singing and dancing and looked more like me now. Well, she was mostly singing and maybe just moving a little, like tilting her head and stuff or moving it back and forth.

It makes me think, I keep having to think I'm so bad if I don't feel well and others don't, like with my dad and through my mom. It's been upsetting me. I can never right myself. I'm not a very bad person, so if I do something wrong it's not something I usually do.

Oh yes, I was also thinking of cuddling with someone and there was I think the idea that since the figure was Ellen DeGeneres in some reperesntation that she would and it was imagined she did and then instead she decided to pick me up like a kid since we were kids and I was tired. This didn't really happen in the flesh nor in much representation, just a passing idea. I guess what I think when things like this suddenly happen or the fact I'm interested, though myself usually don
t experience these things, that it's a nice thing to do and something in life you should do. I don't know which side of the family it could be from. It seems like something new.

I've been thinking, other people are bad and my dad, as well as mom, approve of it, like it's their right, like thinking of other girls. With me, though, they like stimulate me to feel pretty much "stupid" and bewildered and tacky and stuff and uncomfortable. Other people when I get mad they usually gape, but I don't know how mad I really feel nor if I get mad publicly. :/ I sure didn't get mad in this dream. I was all controled.

So, yes, I am always happy when I dream about someone as good as Ellen DeGeneres and how I am close to them. I remember one quirk of the dream this time was that like she trailed off mumbling that she felt the same thing as me so didn't need to touch it. Also, I had to go through thinking I wasn't compatible to her because her mom's last name might be Jewish. I think that's kinda mean, but I guess it's a tool.

So, yes, there was this, like, rapport, weaving in and out. It was fun with all the kids in my class and other people who came in it. I saw my mom, too, and I wore heals and was like a giant to her. I was with another girl. I think I was going with my roommate or something and my mom was helping me get my things for the summer. :0 Like, all the girls in that room were going with her. The other girls were really nice. My area mate was tall with a long nose, kinda gray looking and a little lumpy and lanky, obviously with like shoulderblade length straight smooth silvery hair. The dorm area changed from when Tim Burton was there. There were more other sweet girls after that, though more modern, normal looking ones, like with the triangle faces sorta flat over but a little fat, with various shades of bleached probably in the shadows and even silver, straight hair, very squinted eyes, but still Caucasian with like wrinkles around them. They moved kinda fast and in some light disjointed.

It's funny, I don't feel like going out today and not like eating and maybe too tired to take a shower, though I've been sleeping awhile. It feels like I'm gonna lie down and sleep again, hopefully wake up late.

I suppose there was a feeling of satisfaction, though a bit in this case odd..., that this person cared about me and wanted to pick me up, however odd in real life that is with most people or how it doesn't really come up with those people. Like, you know, you have a feeling you care about someone. Care overflowed me when I saw the little girl at the beginning. She said that's good and she knows her. I asked, "You know Ellen?" like all kinda vibrant and sweet and affirmative, somehow. It was so funny, everyone else didn't care that she was like offering|doing this. It was funny though that girl it was so awkward the way that she wasn't supposed to do this, unsure why, perhaps in this way, and she actually, very good, let out that she wanted to be kissed. I went through a tumultuous feeling phantasmagoria, as well, myself. I guess she doesn't do that or something. So, everyone else was anticipating. They watched over us writing, too, and she left but leaving me with a feeling of closure and over-approval of what I was writing. It's funny, we wrote with our hands, but it came out as small type.

So, it was funny, when this happened, the flood went down and it was kinda like a beach. I guess there was like a wall there, too. I think a white wall. I was behind there when she came and got me or I went there. Well, you know, it didn't actually happen.

So, yes, the rapport was nice, think I've been through and through with it. I guess I can still go back and develop my thoughts over it, remember more details.

So, nice dream. A bit uncomfortable but smooth in action. I think I should have gone to the bathroom, yes have been going often enough, so maybe it was just doable and I woke up again and ended up going but had gone just before this dream. I think this was my 3rd dream.

A car drove by, too, and I thought of the word "beer" and like it would go or did but didn't up a female part, so I had to do what I always do and not feel that, and it as hard and very annoying and took awhile, maybe until I fell asleep. It's getting better, what I think of cars driving by.

So, I accomplished a lot in this dream, today, pretty exciting, nice people, lit up.

So, yes, it's nice to care about others and to be appreciated for your true feelings. I think the dream was centered around me yet not attentive. Still, it's more than I could hope for, as usual, like these dreams. I like the ones, which includes most these days, which are morbid yet with a light on. I think it's about how people are in real life and how you deal with it and live your life. People need to open up. They probably are open to the same things I am. It is funny, I guess, it was one adult and a bunch of kids. Mostly. There was a parent there, when I saw the person as short and the parent was short and kinda stout and so was the other person. Also, the person I was talking to had such reddish, as in pink burn, shiny, thick sorta folded over, skin and a little bandaid covering a booboo or pimple, some sort of wound or cut with blood it seemed. She said it was hard for her to talk and like touched it. I had seen it like sorta let off on the side, that it was a cut, but must have been like a blackhead. I have a lot of those, grayheads I guess, which go away with showers and get covered up with makeup. So, that was weird, didn't like that. That's when she really addressed and connected to me. I spoke and probably came up a little and she totally came over by me. This was sorta in the middle.

So, yes, it was exciting, the flood and all, the big blue greenish water going over our heads and the feeling of being underwater not breathing. We were altogether and I was so imagining a scuba helmet, and then we all had one. I was holding my breath. There was one part where I was cupping my hand over my mouth on the side of a cave as water was rushing in, gooey wet cool water. Not gooey as in disjointed! :0

Why do my hands look so affected? Hm. :/

Being covered in water was the best part.