The 2nd 1 I remember well now. What made it interesting is that I was at a school. I'm not sure why I dreamed someone was carrying me like a kid, again. It was a lady. So, it was like, I think in both dreams, you go behind the scenes of a school and it's like a big maze with chairs and stuff around and it's really dark. Supposedly, it's dangerous. I guess it was interesting, I knew I was really buried in my bed, and I thought of another hand that was more with bones jutting out, but like rounded, and it turned out it was my hand. I touched my lips, and I guess I was more physical than I really am, and it was like when you put your hand on someone's mouth, except I was putting my fingers around my lips and thinking of how it would stimulate you, like to make "me" feel better, in attempts to prevent me from letting out a noise. Otherwise the lady would have pressed my mouth against just below her shoulders. I guess I thought that my butt was being pressed.
In the dream before, a lady came and 1st contended to someone older and then came up to me, and when she pressed my crotch it was stimulating, like kinda feminine, like fairy-like, and somewhere else.
I know in the last dream, it was like about graduating and going to these shops, 1 small and later a huge 1 of food, like a Super Wal-Mart, though it wasn't a smorgasbord. I was with my grandma and little brother. I told my mom I wanted donuts, I think. I was with a man and black lady with these like sweet biscuits or whatever with colored cream on them and sprinkles. Like, a more big wooden display.
I don't remember the trek with my friends and peers. I know we had to walk around places, a maze, in the back, and we found where we came from, thought it was like a little bobsled road but for cars. Like, we ran into it and had to use it to get to the path. It was white and kinda like sweet like candy. The maze was rather long and laborious to cross and not all easily laid out.
I guess the most interesting part was the person holding me. So, the 1st person was really just a person, but it was like Ellen DeGeneres. I'm sure thinking of her a lot in my sleep for like a few minutes at a time. The 2nd person was Aunt 2 with my grandma. 30
So, you get the picture, when I was in the maze with a person carrying me, I guess it interests me in life.. I don't know if it's because my mom is shorter. I mean, I think everyone is interested. I guess they just are too busy and don't really get like that sorta feeling of wanting people to be sorry for them or feeling sorry or something like that. I went out to 711 last night, and the girl at the register, since my nails weren't painted, scanned that "I was" shy, like here we're all kinda in a group, different than other places, which is interesting, not like any 1 other place. I mean, it's Florida. Then, she slammed a loud noise at my change. I had to shift gears. I guess I'm being spotted and felt for in this area. It just feels like that's the way things go. It's hard to understand that, posting online all the time, like.
So, about being carried in a dark room, I guess it was circumstantial. It was kinda dangerous. I think, I was supposedly like "little" or "small," feeling how I am, though. So, it's like you're in this place that's like feasible technically but like has issues and you're being like protected in a kinda strict way but also like being touched and I guess you have to come to accept it. I know that exercising in your life helps. I'm guessing that doing arts also helps. Posting online gives you cyber***. I'm not sure I quite knock on that. I'm not sure how most people feel, but I know, here in Orlando, we feel or I feel kinda like I'm a tube with gel floating in it. Before, I used to maybe feel my bones. I'd feel the muscle growing on my forearms. Like, I'd feel it a little and want to feel it more. I guess I learned from different women I knew how to feel. In college, I don't remember as many of those kinds of women. At Arts school in New Orleans, we had this teacher who looked kinda both smart and attractive and not too thin. I thought she woke up and took jazz each morning, didn't think too much what it was like to do at home but probably was thinking about aspects of it I'm not remembering now. She had this resounding voice. She had fluffy, like wavy and kinda more course light, more reddish yellowish brown hair. Well, you get the picture. She had a more fluffy face. I think she spoke to me once, and I got everything right. I guess we were in a group, and she said not to be shy. I don't think people at this place were touching people. It was a summer session, and me and another girl I played a piano duet with got the highest award. I also went on Saturdays and was the oldest. This was my last year. There were no awards. She was supposed to come to the college I was at, a prestigious school for music that is not quite as alluring now, I think my 3rd year, when I left and wasn't even in music. She was a composer and went up to maybe Canada to "just compose," which makes sense, in a group. I was about to be a Composition major and tried to get in Voice. I was unaccepted and came back as a Music Education major and didn't audition for Voice and was kicked out of Voice for being shy, for some reason, at the end of the year, as well as out of Music Education. I started a class since another was taken and then switched to 2 Honors level 2 classes.