in my dream, I'm with my parents. Terminator came up, as I was trying to wrap a paper- a program for the play up after trying to fold it. It was length-wise, and long, and thick. The wrapping was a black trash bag of sorts, and I was duct taping it. I looked up and saw my mom in front of me, and she noticed my difficulty. I had kind of laughed just prior. I told her that "did you know that I have mental problems?", referencing in my consciousness what I just found out about my genes predisposing me to certain ones, and as well having certain mutations that make it hard for me to break down neurotransmitters and things. I laughed a little. She looked a little concerned, and said "you look all alone". The way she said it was interesting, and I understood. I raised up a little, leaning quite forward to her, and said something like "that's how I've felt for the past..." and my brain was slow on the recall, stumbling on my life, 10 years... 8 years? I'm not sure what I told her. Maybe 8. It was a different kind of alone. The kind of alone like none of this was real, and I was the only thing in existence. That I was a crazy God, sort of (can you call God God if God is all alone?, sort of), dreaming everything. No wonder I was a little weird and worn out. She began to mention my body not processing things.
The play... We had started watching it in a front row, off to the right of the stage. We were, though, facing outward, toward the rest of an audience. My pants either weren't buttoned, or weren't on. only part of the way. I found them a bit difficult to put on, as I sat there, listening to the play. A girl... That I had been with, who I remember from a part of a dream where I have consciousness of people being grown for spare parts, or something... Like clones, kind of like the movie, The Island, but I don't know if that's where I got the idea, as it hasn't surfaced in my consciousness lately. It was near water. I felt like we were incomplete somehow. The girl was with red-hair. It was a more very light auburn color, but no, red. Just not ginger. Her skin was very pale. She was thin. Her shirt seemed to match her hair color. It seemed as if I touched her, she would be very soft- everything about her would be soft, naturally. I introduced her to Christi, as Christi, and this was a mistake. I knew her name. She kept reminding me of Sarah, even at times being the same girl that I crushed on in middle school, though she was not, and I know her name wasn't Sarah. She had a British accent. Or, some kind of accent. Very nice. I had been somewhere with her, before, and this was the second time around. I just liked being with her. And things were natural. Nothing was forced. I was her friend, even if I liked her. She seemed to like me, too.
When I turned to face the stage a little, as best as I could, I was once again obstructed. I couldn't see what was going on. There was a a part of the structure, or stage. We were actually on stage, or a step below.
She had maybe wanted to go to California. This was after the place where we were, or where the consciousness of being for spare parts was had. We were by water, there.
After the play, I saw some people that looked like they were related to people I knew. It was in my old high school, or perhaps rather, middle school. This was where the play had been, I think. They have places for them. One of these people, a young man, was eating taco bell. He and they seemed like they might be a bit obnoxious, but they proved okay. I thought he said something about moving back to Mexico, as he was chewing his food, but it turned out he was talking about eating Taco Bell. On the border, he said. His friend, or someone, seemingly disabled, or on drugs- his eyes barely open, had just had a tooth pulled. We were waiting on elevators. Or I was. The guy with the tooth that was just pulled got medicine. It was green, and something fairy like through it on him like fairy dust. Or it was a machine, as he went around a turn, in a narrow passage, like stairs. I got the impression this helped.
Before the elevators, before this above, at some point, I was waiting for them. They were a golden/brass color around them. Lots of people had been in the hallway. Some people I know. Or knew. Perhaps before I met the guys above, though I feel like that was on a different level. I was acting weird. I couldn't stop moving. I was waiting on the girl, again.
Outside, it was like a mix between a hospital and a school, the campus. New ground. New roads. Some roads were already torn up even if new. some were made of nice wood, some cement mixes and other things, and some just brick. Brick was under it all seemingly.
The play... We had started watching it in a front row, off to the right of the stage. We were, though, facing outward, toward the rest of an audience. My pants either weren't buttoned, or weren't on. only part of the way. I found them a bit difficult to put on, as I sat there, listening to the play. A girl... That I had been with, who I remember from a part of a dream where I have consciousness of people being grown for spare parts, or something... Like clones, kind of like the movie, The Island, but I don't know if that's where I got the idea, as it hasn't surfaced in my consciousness lately. It was near water. I felt like we were incomplete somehow. The girl was with red-hair. It was a more very light auburn color, but no, red. Just not ginger. Her skin was very pale. She was thin. Her shirt seemed to match her hair color. It seemed as if I touched her, she would be very soft- everything about her would be soft, naturally. I introduced her to Christi, as Christi, and this was a mistake. I knew her name. She kept reminding me of Sarah, even at times being the same girl that I crushed on in middle school, though she was not, and I know her name wasn't Sarah. She had a British accent. Or, some kind of accent. Very nice. I had been somewhere with her, before, and this was the second time around. I just liked being with her. And things were natural. Nothing was forced. I was her friend, even if I liked her. She seemed to like me, too.
When I turned to face the stage a little, as best as I could, I was once again obstructed. I couldn't see what was going on. There was a a part of the structure, or stage. We were actually on stage, or a step below.
She had maybe wanted to go to California. This was after the place where we were, or where the consciousness of being for spare parts was had. We were by water, there.
After the play, I saw some people that looked like they were related to people I knew. It was in my old high school, or perhaps rather, middle school. This was where the play had been, I think. They have places for them. One of these people, a young man, was eating taco bell. He and they seemed like they might be a bit obnoxious, but they proved okay. I thought he said something about moving back to Mexico, as he was chewing his food, but it turned out he was talking about eating Taco Bell. On the border, he said. His friend, or someone, seemingly disabled, or on drugs- his eyes barely open, had just had a tooth pulled. We were waiting on elevators. Or I was. The guy with the tooth that was just pulled got medicine. It was green, and something fairy like through it on him like fairy dust. Or it was a machine, as he went around a turn, in a narrow passage, like stairs. I got the impression this helped.
Before the elevators, before this above, at some point, I was waiting for them. They were a golden/brass color around them. Lots of people had been in the hallway. Some people I know. Or knew. Perhaps before I met the guys above, though I feel like that was on a different level. I was acting weird. I couldn't stop moving. I was waiting on the girl, again.
Outside, it was like a mix between a hospital and a school, the campus. New ground. New roads. Some roads were already torn up even if new. some were made of nice wood, some cement mixes and other things, and some just brick. Brick was under it all seemingly.