Vague Dreams of Complex Emotion

Date: 3/19/2019

Three black planets at war in the middle of space. I was one of them, one of them was mine. Hard drives of stuff were involved. I changed sides a couple times as I understood once side better. It was complex, the reasoning. There was a Dude with a business. He stripped the scalp of dead skin and made it smooth and butter soft. He believed people neglected their scalp because they had hair. He had this comb which took off the skin. I looked for it kn ebay but I couldn't find it. There was a street. I had rented a room in one Victorian type house. I also now had another room paid for. But someone offered me an apartment or a whole house. I wanted it but didn't want to give up my room/apartment. I thought about renting it out to a street walker, figuring she could pay the rent and I could have a little money. There was a couple who lived nearby. They kept giving me things. I think the giving began with the planets but I can't recall. But there on the street I went for a very long walk and I bumped into them. They walked back home with me and kept giving me things. I also offered to carry things for them, toys. All the stuff they gave me and had were toys. We went all the way back to their house or their shop. They kept giving me cute adorable old toys, vintage toys. Each seemed acceptable to my Gothic nature, despite all the colors. But I was scolded for taking the stuff. Someone kept at me, telling me they didn't really want to give to me, that I was being cruel and selfish to take. I argued I asked several times if they were sure and I thanked them profusely and they still kept giving. Why would they give if they didn't want to? They didn't want to, they didn't like me. They were uncomfortable around me and the gifts were.. I'm not sure why they gave them. Maybe to seem nice. Maybe to get rid of the stuff. They didn't like me at all. And they didn't want me around. And they didn't want to give stuff to me. I felt incredibly guilty.