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Feeling Like A Loser | Evan Stone Paints

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that during the day in the city of D I went to a fictional house on T Street not far from the church closest to the P Elementary School to visit some fictional young people (maybe preteens or younger) I knew who I would sometimes go visit, and their mom was there.

They were some young people who had probably once invited me to visit them, so I did and since then I would sometimes stop by to visit them.

They were a lot younger than me, and they were still in public school, so this felt weird.

I remember sitting in the living room with them and their mom talking, I remember feeling weird and like a loser.

I had no friends and no one else to visit anymore really other than sometimes stopping by to visit the young people.

Beck – Loser (Official Music Video)

The young people and their mom were always nice to me, but it was just weird because I was not a family member et cetera, and I was an adult.

I did not visit them very long because of how weird I felt and how much of a loser I felt like.

I thanked them and I said goodbye, and I drove to the abandoned E House, still feeling like a loser.

I wanted to walk around the now abandoned E House for old times sake to think about some of my memories of my childhood et cetera there.

The E House was in pretty rough shape, which was sad to see, and I was feeling sad, but it was nice and sad as I walked around thinking about old memories.

I remember walking to the bathroom in the hallway that has a door that leads to the bus stop, and then I realized that I was somehow naked.

My clothes were somehow scattered around, even though I did not remember taking my clothes off.

I started collecting my clothes so that I could put them back on, but before I could find my underwear, I heard the front door opening.

So I rushed to put on my pants and polo shirt as I grabbed what was possibly my underwear, which were maybe some teal green boxer briefs.

I assumed that maybe my uncle CE was the one entering the house, but I was not sure.

I hoped that it was my mom, and I was not sure if I should make my presence known or not.

I woke up suddenly by accident before I could decide what to do.

Dream 2

For some reason I woke up at about 6:45 AM and I recorded some text notes of the first dream, I tried to go back to sleep, but my body did not want to oddly even though I needed the sleep, and so I kept trying to sleep.

During this time I just laid there alternating between semi-thinking/semi-daydreaming/semi-dreaming, and that is when I had this dream.

All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved Evan Stone painting art and posting it on Twitter every time he painted or drew some new art.

He would sometimes paint a living subject, one of which was a woman with light-color skin who he painted in the nude/naked, and so the woman was there naked as he painted her naked.

Then he posted his nude painting(s) of her on Twitter, and he even sent the nude paintings to the woman’s mom.

The woman’s mom did not have a problem with the nude paintings, she actually liked them and complimented him on them.

In the dream, I kept seeing Mr. Stone’s Twitter page and his new works of art that he had.

This kept going on and on like a semi-dream/semi-daydream that I was trapped in as I kept trying to make myself sleep, but I woke up.

The end,

  • John Jr

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