Emphasis on Family, Aliens, and Sex.

Date: 1/13/2017

These dreams are separated by paragraphs, they all happened last night. I was living with my aunt Steva and her husband again, well it was a reinventing of the first time, only this time it was very different. Still in Georgia but the house was different. And I never saw her, she was there in the beginning of the dream, but left for work quickly. She apparently was going to offer me a role in the play she was writing, It was a love story and I was to play her. Her husband was very upset over this. He was upset over me in general. He thought I was nothing and useless and kept looking down on me. He made a crack about how I could possibly know a thing about acting, which is how I found out she intended to give me the part. I went off angrily about my experience with acting, actually all very true and detailed facts. But finally I just gave up, right at the end there, because he was going to think poorly of me no matter what. I stomped about the house angrily and he went outside to fetch some firewood, and I thought it would improve my mood to do something physical got some too, but I realized we had a lot already so I threw down the wood I held before I went back in the house. A family of robin's, a whole little flock of them with worms in their beaks got knocked down by my actions, and I picked up one, it sat tamely in my hand with a worm in its beak, I wondered if it had been hurt to sit so tamely. Then I drove out into the desert and did some digging. I think some hot girl rescued me from having to deal with my uncle. I use the word rescue loosely. More like she gave me another option, I do recall her hovering over me, blazing sun behind her, while I woke up. Most of my time with her I forgot. I was living with a family, I might have been their child, and they did things differently. I kept flashing between images of the human family life and the life of a whale family living in an exhibit. The exhibit was more of a home, and under their control I think not human control, and held a whole pod of whales. These whales were exactly like the human family in thought and sentience and personality but the body was different. In the human version the girl child got a dog, had two dogs actually, but the little dog was blind and kept running into things. The girl child tried to take the dogs for a walk, especially since she wanted to be noticed by her crush or stalk her crush or something. The little dog which was blind kept making things difficult. It had a thick brow ridge too, as if being blind deformed it's brain. The whale version was different as in it, the girl child was encourage to lean on the pod and didn't have to be independent as it was a different environment, a different species thing, she didn't have to do everything herself. The little human girl child did get her crush's attention, well he noticed the dog, but he couldn't get it to walk properly either. I was living with a hippie type family, a mom and dad, and I was young. It's also clear they weren't exactly human. They looked human, even might have been physically human, but they spoke a different language natively, not one that exists here, and their way of thinking was distinctive. They seemed to embody a hippie philosophy. And their language was not Greek or Latin based, but something as strong and different. In the dream it came up later as a shorthand way of writing down notes. I was growing up with them caring for me, they put the emphasis on teaching me through support of my feelings. I was talking about a boy, who felt like he belonged to me, so I kept him around, even though the relationship was kinda tepid. And I had a couple phones, someone sent one just like mine in the mail. But it wasn't mine, so now I had two, I kept getting them mixed up together. My father pulled off the back of the new phone and used the short hand alien language to write down notes about this design. Apparently our family was brain oriented. We excelled at tech. But they both kept careful watch on my feelings about everything, making sure my gut instinct was what I followed as well as my brain. It was the same race of people as the last dream, but different people. Maybe a slightly different race perhaps. I was an adult having kinky sex with a girl. She was dressed all in red like some porn star flick which I thought was kinda silly but was supposed to find hot. This race was sorta lacking the embarrassment emotion. They didn't understand modesty or shame. Someone walked in on us, it might have been those parents which would make me the little girl all grown up, and it didn't phase us at all. We just laughed. I had been expecting a human reaction to that interruption, it played out in my head, but it didn't happen like I imagined. I was with another female having sex, this sex wasn't kinky, and she was human. We both were human, but I created her through my thoughts. (I might have made her through my writing, like I was writing a story while I was dreaming this, on some other plane of existence). I knew this and was aware she was my creation, I even told her I had made her up in my thoughts as I tasted her, and she smiled at me and asked me what was the issue than, why not just fuck her. I was working on that, but for some reason I was really shy or reluctant to actually be with her, she wasn't really real and it felt off. Like I was taking advantage. I could feel and touch her but it was also as if I couldn't. She also wasn't​ what I wanted and all my other excuses were to cover up that fact. I didn't want to admit I didn't want her.