I just dreamed I was rewriting my dream.
The bad part was my dad came in and I slammed my colored pencil into the sofa chair. he came back again and I did the same thing. He was sitting on it next to me and my finger pressed against his finger tip, and I felt a little ball of energy like smash.
So, I was writing about my experience.
So, I remember I was next to my cousin. I said she was so cute but indicated I didn't want to be like her. My grandma was hovering over us. I think I was sleeping on a couch bed in sheets. It was rather miserable. There was something about her mom in it.
I guess I had another dream before this. I was on a trip. I was getting food. I tasted some of a wrap and put it back. It looked like I hadn't. I came back and there was nothing I could by. There was a small bowl of small shrimp and marinara for $12.99. I was to go on a plane. My aunt's husband was there. I think I was at the store, and his daughter came in, who's older than me, and I said hi. The person working at the store was Ellen DeGeneres. She like smiled. I found a little stuffed elephant keychain that was about 2 inches tall. There were 2 other sizes and some orange ones, that were kinda flat. The biggest size was maybe 5 inches. The other was maybe 2-3 inches. I think I got it. I was at a big store going down the aisles, and it seemed like a big, clean store back in the early 90s maybe. I asked if it was the same candy in each aisle. I said there were no big M&Ms in 1 aisle. I got them. I reached into my pocket for the cash, maybe a $10, $5, some $1 bills and coins. I think it was like $12 or $15. It was like a package bag. The M&Ms were big and round but probably not peanut-filled. I have a feeling I was carried for some reason after. We were on the sidewalk wondering about the pain ride. I said you should have told me. I thought getting food would only be 2 minutes, not 5.
The dream I described 1st was pretty long. I had written a lot. There was the idea someone gave me you write about your life and show people in a binder. So, I was gonna put these papers online. I had a section of little paragraphs like poems. It was about what I had dreamed. The pencil. I think they saw. I think they saw me get mad later. I felt insulted, but then the message made sense. I just had bad chemistry psychiatrically. It's too bad, I thought I was settling down from being mad last night.
I wanted help for "what I actually did." My dad came home, and we were in a more public-looking place. My mom was gaping at my thought.