Dream

I was getting a shot.  They made a big hole in my arm.  It was about like the size of a tip of a crayon or a little bigger than a sunflower seed tip.  I was trying to disinfect what would be the hole, which was covered like with a sleeve.  The man squirted it down the hole.  I got my shot, whatever it was.  They poked a small feathery needle in me at the top of my flesh then dug it in all the way to the bottom.  For some reason, I was feeling something else sharp.  Anyway, after the shot, there was a little fountain of gooey blood that kept reproducing but nt flooding.  I got a picture of two and a dark video of it when it stopped overflowing as much.  We were on a plane.  There were some old ladies still behind us.  We were making sure we didn't leave anything.  For some reason, my boxed set of the Little House books and a large set of American Girl books, a set of like maybe checkered books of a set of like 5 with one missing, another set with I don't remember at the moment.  My mom said to leave then, but I'm not sure why.

Say what you mean and mean what you say.

Why can't you idiots even say what you mean in the first place.

Stop acting all cool getting in my face like you're even something.  Literally, you're attacking me right in my brain.  It's possible.

Why do you so hope that someone is right just because they're older than you?  You really can't protect the desire to attack me, unless I'm with people I don't know well.

Someone was tending to me when I was with my brother and maybe someone else.  I was depressed, I think about my brother.

I'm also worried because I have to channel in thoughts of others, and I know it makes people who know them very mad.  I don't know if they'll completely understand.

Dream

With the boy, it was like bleak but colorful bleak.  Maybe, the car, it was a convertible, kinda cartoony but not really.  I saw a shadow of his dad with like a curly wisp of hair saying there'd be no thoughts around the house or something.

Dream

So, I was talking to my dad, too.  He was just showing off.  I said to call 911!  I went in a room with my brother when he was like 4, and I found a little cell phone and called.  It had purple light up in the background.  I'm not sure what happened.

I was taking some pictures with me as I left.  People were getting them for me.  They were in plastic wrappings.

So, yea, there were knives flying through windows.  My dad was thinking, "You cannot get me."  He was lying on the ground after one knife we threw.

In case you didn't notice, he wasn't fighting my mom, but she was just lying on the floor and decided to get serious and I guess threw a knife straight at him.  It probably inadvertently missed.  I think she was in a room, a new looking room, kinda like off kitty cornered.

So, I'm annoyed because that was really taxing for maybe 10 minutes.  I was keeping him from punching me.  Sometimes or once I physically got him and got behind him.

I'm not sure what ticked him so.

Dream

Hello?

I was dodging constantly and physically fighting my dad's desire to knock me out.  My mom and I were even fighting with him with knives and something else.

There was a scene when I was with her as a little girl.

I dreamed that my thumb had been partially cut off, something I'd known before.  My brother had cut off his 2 middle fingers.

I was fighting my dad for a long time.  It was very hard and very stressful, but I knew it wasn't real but was very annoyed and managed to keep up with the thought of him.

Some people picked me up as we left, one girl with a mom born in 1958, and an older woman.  I was leaving with a boy, immediately, who was shy of his father.

It was so stressful fighting my dad.  We had to let him know we wouldn't really hurt him.

Something ... I forget.  Ah, yes, my grandma.  She was there at the beginning, a bit nasty, but left.

Dream

I remember now in the one earlier today, the frog|cat was saying think I can't pick you up by your feet a few times and stimulated me a few times there and then I felt like a baton.

The Good Feeling in My Arm

I know I think I could feel it, but I guess watching a girl after talking about Tim Burton helped.  The influence of a girl who wants to touch me more personally always helps.  :|

Yea, the feeling was so strong.  I felt it so long but sorta broken up.