Dream

My favorite part was when I was dancing, just realized now I looked a bit like Ginny and how I looked when I was in her class, like I was in the mysterious Winter Park or Alatmonte Springs, like I was involved in something on TV, like "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," in a dark, secluded place with 2 rooms and a mirror.  I had my bangs, my face kinda rounded, like I was a ghost, someone's mother, visiting from the grave.  Like, the sides of my face were tucked in in a triangular shape outlining a dying heart.  My bangs made me look a certain way, like my eyes were pursed or something.  I was doing ballet moves, like a real ballerina, like dipping and sorta turning, and it was just a big deal, did it for maybe 15 seconds.  There was this sorta milky, thin strain of background music playing, simple music, and I was singing in a low, dipping voice, "My .. heart .. wants to .. Beat .. "  What happened before was I easily conjured up a tall thin girl wtih dark hair, milky arms, and Ginny was dancing with her, holding her from the back, in the other room.  I seemed like Audrey Hepburn, an old ballerina from Florida who had dreams.  I seemed just to be a moving thing with no voice.  Previously back in my dreams, I thought I was gonna sign up to do gymnastics on a team every day for 2-3 hours.  So, next, after awhile, I became small with just like black netting for clothes, like a leotard, you know like the idea of an animated bat ghost.  I was waltzing around like a Disney Haunted Mansion with Ginny and it was like she was carrying me, I was short, like maybe around her shoulders or a little more, and I just imagined this person like shoving me around, carrying me through.. and then I guess the dream stopped and I was sad.

Things that happened otherwise, my mom went to supposedly this dirty place like a mental hospital and said hi to a lady with light brown hair and bangs pursed we passed up twice with 2 little dark, Chinese girls and some others, like maybe a man around 35-40, eating at a table with cushioned chares facing one another, benches.  So, I went in a bed, wanted food, and was thinking why don't I think about if in class Ginny picked me up as an example!  =D  Then, she appeared and was acting like sorta a tacky Spanish lady and was holding me awhile and we went through to the other scene.  For awhile, she was walking with me as tall as her, feels more like Ellen DeGeneres.  I also dreamed something and then that she was hurt and her heart became small like mine in her body, ready to be torn out.  So, what was I gonna say?  I forget!  I might think of it, later.  Oh yes, she hugged me, I thought for some reason I think of now her private being like an urchin or something.  She was like swaying me in the dancing scene, like I was shorter and smaller than her.  Ah, yes, and I compared myself to the lanky girl, and we found my chest and torso actually were milky and sucked in, like a button.  I just figured I was shorter.  I probably had an inverted diamond want in my look.  So, when I imagined being hugged, I didn't feel much, and it was like I was skinny and a big shorter but an adult and she was like more strong and successful and was worried, but you know really she was not too small but seemed small with me.

It's hard to remember the rest, now.  :|

So, as the dream went on, I have dreams of me locked in as a mover with music coming on that I supposedly was singing.  It's like I was dead and raised from the grave.  It was some sad thing that never could be, and in my doing the right thing was being picked at.>

Just Woke Up

So much to talk about, so been in bed apparently for like what 12 hours?

So, I dreamed I was in a shop, the whole time felt like I was being held by a dead baby Ginny.  I was with my dad.  I was looking at food, remember seeing the pizza shop.  Thin slices, good and gooey, something I'd had before.  Then, I ended up gettinga  buckeye and fudge brownie covered in chocolate for like $4.  I was asking the price, like my dad asked, kinda in a sweet fashion I didn't hear well like my mom.  He left after I got them.

So, in bed, I remember I finally thought of how maybe they will just not let me register at Valencia, that I had to write something out for today.  I finally was unable to continue feeling anymore, in a way.

I also thought about how some parents have bad kids and how they're mean, forget what about-

Not sure what else..  :/  Just kinda upset about the meeting, I guess, and something else.. don't remember what.. maybe my dad, though.  Also, my opinion is that Tim Burton "used" me.  I just keep seeing him show up with some insult and having nothing to say.  No one believes he was hypnotized by me nor any individual other than Johnny Depp, like under the influence.  Everyone knows I'm just a good person to Tim Burton and to Johnny Depp a cool person but ½ Chinese + importantly possibly part Native American and Germanic Jewish.

You can't just poop off my dignity after my life became an experiment.  I will **** you.