Monday, October 1, 2012

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Dream

The breathing was very real.

iTunes

I'm loading some music I heard on iTunes.

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The first one will be done soon and is pretty.  The second one is low.  I don't remember the last one.  The second one is long.
I give myself ... very good advice, but I, very seldom, follow it ...

Dream

The breathing was sorta thin, though, at least as it went on.  I guess on the start it was hard, like playing an oboe, which I can't, but I was told I was good at the reed.

Olive Garden

When I went to Olive Garden last weekend, there were these blond kids there.  I remember I was thinking and I said, "Okay."  Then, I mumbled on sorta and said some other things that sorta brought up lots of feelings.  :|

Your Dignity!!

So, why do you happen to have bad things come up when something happens to you?

I guess some people are pretty literal, but I've lived life in the fast lane.

I guess, when you accept someone racially, you realize what you're supposed to do and what you're not supposed to do.

Dream

I was sitting in like a little cave throne thing when the Chinese girl sailed down to me.

When I almost drowned, I was swimming up for maybe 1|2 minute, it seemed.  Maybe, it was 20 seconds.

I guess the water was thick at first but later just like another world!

Dream

Also, when I was in an interim stage, a Chinese girl flew over by me.  She was a general one, not like overly round nor smooth but with white skin.  She looked into my face and said like ah you have a Chinese face.  What is your mom?  I said Chinese.  Then, I ended up listing my father's ethnicities in order, save for Native American indian and maybe Jewish.  I said, are you, and she nodded like before kinda scarily a bit and like weird, mid south Chinese, your skin is so light?  She said yes.  I said, I'm South Southeast Chinese, Chinese-Indonesian, 500 years, she was like yea and then it was done, maybe I woke up. I woke up with a feeling I had to, like I was unravelling, still alive.  It's like on the shore.  I lost the last names and the websites that led me to believe that.

Also, there was a scene where I was in school awhile.  I got an award and thought school was done and explained that.  It was Wednesday or Thursday.  It was like a camp.  I had a balloon, and my family was present.  There was such a tall building with wires at the top.  It was like it killed someone when it hit one of the many I think white or off-white fans.  It came down, like a piece of food or something, LOL.  :D  I think we were eating, and there was a big long banquet table in the center of the room, just a big silver floor, pretty huge room.  We were all standing.  I don't think I was eating.

So, then, I was left like on a porch floor, thinking I should go back to a camp and take as little as possible, one or two classes.  It was a week long or maybe a little longer.

I guess then it slipped into the mermaid sequence.

Dream

..Yea, I had to breathe, like that, the entire time!  It took a lot of effort, in a way, scary, at first.

Dream

So, the lady in my dream was working for Tim Burton.
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Dream

I guess the biggest deal was when we were all lined up.  I was able to flip in my mind and in reality, in a somersault in the air.    I guess I was with like mermaids, which weren't very clear.  Some at the end weren't.  My back was flat, though, but I was okay.  I wasn't as smooth when I curved my back.  Then, I was told I hadn't done it in awhile and shoudl take an acting role.  I heard if I didn't make that difference I wouldn't make "this difference" for the director, who was a homeroom teacher I had in 12th grade, who used to put on "South Park," a young woman with more reddish light brown hair who was dieting jogging a lot like every other day.

So, we started out ... we were in Italy, which was dangerous, alluring, crystally, wet myserious, dark, cold, and wet.  :p

I was on the ground looking at rocks for awhile.  Thinking about the filming.

What happened was the water seeped in "because it was Italy" and I almost drowned.  We all swam up like ghosts, somehow.  I had to pump water to keep my head above the water.  Then we surfaced on a shore.  I was on the ground there, ready for filming.  It was so dark, with the shiney rock floor, kinda bleak.  Then, for some reason, we had to go underwater.  I said how would we breathe.  They said, just breathe, and it was so cool, like a whisp of fresh air.  Like a hose of cool, kinda, a light hose.  That's where I did the flips.

I almost forgot.  Before, I dreamed I was with Nell Burton and her mom, Helena Bonham Carter.  I was picking up Nell. in dfferent ways, not very clearly, maybe in my head, but she was soft like a puffalump in my mind and I was so eager to do it and having so much fun.  When I made the picture of Ellen DeGeneres carrying her, my eyes lit up so much at one point, not like a lot, more like a spark squinting with the corners of my eye|s.  :p  There were things going on, but I don't remember.  This dream was first.  Like, I probably kept moving her around.  She was happy.  Then, she had to go.

Also, I saw a wallpaper of mermaids from PotC, yesterday.

My favorite part was breathing underwater.  I could probably flip on a trampoline and maybe in a real life.  I could probably somehow flip off a ledge.

Double Messages

If my life were fair and under my control, I think I wouldn't have any real problems with my reputation.

Decisions

I wonder how people decide when to make a move or how they end up deciding only they don't have to control their actions.  I guess it's not in it in their attitude, no matter what comes out.  I know a lot of people change, but sometimes they change back.

Dream

It's hard to remember now.

The first one, I was thinking of Ellen DeGeneres and how I had to put up with her as a teenager struggling with desires to do ballet.  She looked like RenĂ©e Fleming as a teenager, who I saw on YouTube before I realized it was a pirated interview.  Then, she was who she was and I was ready to deal with her, except her hair was, as people might seem to envision, a little curly, like in small macaroni part ringlets.  I hope she doesn't do that to her hair, but I bet most people would like that.  I wonder if I'd stop watching her show.  Her hair is okay now.  She sure dyes it pretty white and has gotten pretty tan.  I admit I like her now.  I liked her before, too.  I like how she was on the ride at Disney.

Tumblr - Ellen DeGeneres

What do you think of this picture I made?

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So, as you may have guessed, I figured, I've been watching her show and posting about her the most.  So, I figured I should make a picture like this just to set the ... establish things better than they'd be otherwise.  I keep getting this idea I'd jump up into her arms like I was scared, like I was lying down.  People are so tacky and hope you'd do the things maybe they'd do or they'd make people do.

It's not so fun making those pictures.  I made one of her with a little girl, first, you might know.

As you can see, it's not like it was a big deal to me, but for me also it's awkward to admit that it's sweet to touch and carry people because it's just not a topic that rings clear.

Like, I was just trying to establish an idea to replace worse ones.  Like, I messed up on one work of art and made another to correct it.  Nothing was really in some desire to create something, just to establish an idea in place of worse ideas.  I don't really like any of them.  I should probably take better pictures of me and try again someday.  I'm not sure what I'll do tonight, maybe just post my thoughts on Tumblr, as well as IMDb, etc.

What to Do - Shower?

I don't feel like taking a shower but should.  I guess I will go lie down and assume I'll be awake in an hour to watch TV, "The Ellen DeGeneres Show."  I guess there are clips online, already.  I think I saw one last night at a foreign website via Tumblr.  I have some shopping to do, need to make a list, might not go today.
Stop saying I'm a bad person.

Unstable Personality

I don't really understand some people's trains of thoughts nor why they have an unstable personality and tend to cling to others.

I don't really reiterate things, so don't reiterate to me that I should.  You're talking to a brick wall.

Interactions

With me, people forget I don't want to interact with them in some ways because of who they are and because of who I am...

Atrocious

I don't think people see the atrocity of their actions.  No argument there.
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However, the person I felt embarrassed in front of was even smaller than me and had white hair and blue eyes.  The person whose back I got on had wavy hair that was partly white and blue eyes.  She was from Northeastern Florida, where I lived at the time, and the other girl was from the Northeast.

Why I'm Unaccepted Racially

Supposedly, it works out I'm half Chinese-Indonesian, but my dad is Native American indian from his mom's dad's dad, I think.  I was watching a clip I will post after I repost it on my Tumblr from "The Ellen DeGeneres Show."  A lady was wearing burgundy.  I thought of indian.

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