Friday, September 27, 2024
Being Talked to or Not
If you were special and got to do cool things or sometimes got to talk to someone you liked a lot who was older, would everyone else stop talking to you?
Dream
I was in a classroom, like it was the Catholic high school I went to in 12th grade. I was still smaller than most people. I know, later, Andre Rieu was like Willy Wonka and was the teacher. It wasn't a dorky school. So, he came up to me and rubbed my back, and it did feel good. He had on his red suit and did seem very attractive. He was very tall. His hair was kinda more deep light brown and kinda curly, too. He kept rubbing my back. I could even feel "them" watching me as I slept. He asked me a question or the class, and I didn't know the answer when he came to me. I looked up at him. On accident, my eyeballs looked up too far a bit and he noticed I guess and at least that I flinched. He rubbed my back and it felt good for maybe a minute. He didn't for anyone else. It did seem to make sense and was a smooth enough of a move. I looked up at him a few times. I think I said, "I don't know the answer." I put my paw up and was gonna touch him I think it turned out on his back, so he'd not think to stop rubbing me for some interfered reason, like shying away like I didn't like it and was gonna etc. He even went into that he was supposed to pick me up but didn't say it. He sorta asked the class it seemed but not aloud but they all knew, were not happy all at once. I kept leaning into him and he apparently knew, like I do kinda rubbing my pillow like a sorta wild cat that seems more tame. So, he kept rubbing me. He smiled, like it was cunning that he did it. Later, he seems to be like Willy Wonka or turning into it. He was carrying me. I remember before that I didn't feel like walking around because I might be sleepwalking. I went into a room with some obese ladies playing with babies. He picked me up, almost like he was a dad. I didn't feel it as much but sorta. He walked with me a long time, like I was his accessory. I was in pale/pastel maybe blue shorts and shirt and I thought him and he put a dress or robe on me probably pink and everything was good since he had that bright reddish maroon suit on. He walked attractively and fast paced. I thought a lot of weird disconnected sounds like that he made some that were intelligible about tangible thoughts. This seemed to last a few minutes. I realized I got it from my dad and he wasn't younger than me, of course? It turned into things like sounds that almost were like music but like sound. It was like how you hear noises in outer space. It turned into like sorta noisy organ "music," seemed like lots of little notes like a music box. I woke up and realized it was part of Andre Rieu's finale. It matched my dream, the noises, and was silly. I also went into thoughts with these sounds about when people his age and generation were little and how they felt pleasure and what made them fascinated as people. I woke up and realized it must be connected to what existed as the times. I guess things have really disintegrated, for some reason, a lot of bad people, but generations always start anew and there are different kinds of people and people who try probably people'd realize in different jobs. I also thought he looked like other people and thought to think of it as him and it seemed like the him there interacting with me like I was right to do that and he was kinda immersed in or distracted with the others. People were, as often/usual, mean to me when I was awake, and my counselor came in early and I forgot something I was gonna say, maybe not too important, I thought of his rubbing me. Anyway, it was great. I kept trying to think of it and afraid other people could tell. I could recreate some if it, especially in my dream, and it felt great. I love it. Oh, I was wondering if his arm was sore or if he was tired. He seemed to look at me magically like it was not. I guess he was taller and bigger with a more petite but big enough or smart enough head in a way. His head was not too weak or anything. Mind you, I was still petite and short. I told him I'd take off my uniform thinking of film|boards talking about staying in it, too. I liked it. He was so tall and substantial as well as in his coat.
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