I was in this big, dark room in a place where a lot of people were around. There was a person who looked like someone I knew who was someone trying to look like Ellen DeGeneres. They kept carrying me around and putting their hand around my crotch and like lightly tap-pumping my butt. I was imagining a feeling. It was a bit weird. I was thinking of going all out for being very stimulated, on my own.
I was in a room with a laptop and typing a dream. I handed an old dream to the person. There were kids in the room. The person read it, and was like oh that's what I meant to do.
Then there was someone dressed up with a small small head and a big big body, like a robot. They put their hands on mine, and I let out a little energy. They felt a bounce and hearts reached its eyes. We danced, and now I forget what we sang. The other person was upset yet indicated I deal with my problems.
So, no, it didn't feel good. It wasn't a strong feeling. The person indicated they were going to. When I tried to stimulate myself, I was unable to. Also, what disturbed me was I went up to the person and imagined they put their arm around my back and walked with me and then I leaped to their side and then got off thinking it was tacky. Now, that reminds me of a girl I saw in Washington, D.C.
I had a dream before this but went to the bathroom and never remembered or pretty much forgot.