I was at college going around, and my dad told me what to do. I wanted to go in a house, and there were these cute cats. I think, the 1st time I got in, and someone helped me and it lated awhile. I had written a dream down about a guy from the theater where I used to live getting hurt, the one I wrote about in Twitter. It was the same thing almost. He was big.
Then, I remember being involved with my mom. Well, I was going around and decided, my dad saying okay, to just worry about getting food, to find a McDonald's and asked if I liked it rather and I said yea the chicken sandwich, grilled, and went down the stairs. Instead, I was at the top floor of a dorm with a really high ceiling. The rooms were open. My mom was at a desk in the center with her course book. I was at UNO. I was looking at course. 1 I remember was Acting. It was more interesting than 1 where you present things. There were words, little descriptions, why I liked it, a clean white catalog, almost the size of a magazine. There were pictures of kids, including some nice tan 1s who didn't really look like you'd want to be them, unappealing. 1 reminded me of her name, "energy," never thought fo that. So, supposedly, 1 girl from drama a year older there was the daughter of a witch and never knew her mom. I thought up north that she did something and looked like a waitress, like she was tortured in a made up way that wasn't graphic. I thought it was part of the experiment. So, my math teacher from the other school was like related to her in some way, and I saw a baby in like a cradle crying, a boy, I think in her dorm. I told them flashing by a little later I didn't know my aunt. So, I saw on her side, which was like 3 stories high, and clean, like in an institution where we get better and have real adventures, high up, notes to me and around the corner on the other side. So, what now, I forget. I guess it was too late, I fell asleep, and then it was even past 12, 12:40, to eat. I must have went in my dorm, lay down and looked up and realized I was at UNO. Oh yes, then, she came in and smashed my guitar, a violin, harp, the TV, which was my mom's, though it just left like a film broken over it, so I said nothing. She said Ellen told her to do it, and I got up madly with 2 pillars, as though someone would hurt me. I said, "Where is she? Bring her in!" It was like she would appear. I realized it was dangerous for me to sleep so said, "Want me to promise not to hurt her?" Then, I was like oh yea we don't know I won't, like in my sleep. Well, my harp sounds different, and an Irish harpist with a French last name just had a baby. People were going by from 2 of my high schools wondering where I should go, public or Catholic. I was already mad at someone and didn't know who, I think a lady who was big probably. I was gonna say more but forgot.