Confused and Rude

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First and foremost, I am me. I am a person living inside a human body. I am diverse in a number of ways, that you will find out about in your own time. Or you won't.

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location (humorous)Boss Town, The Dying Empire
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I am looking for good local friends. I will update this message with criteria about my desired social situation, as it develops in my mind.

I want to have a few very good intimate friends with whom I get along extremely well who are part of a large collection of acquaintances with whom there I get along well enough such that we are able to work together.

I would imagine my most important work would be done most effectively with my closest friends.

Perhaps this isn't enough information yet. Nonetheless, if you are in my area and you might fit well with me, then let's get to know each other and later maybe meet up.

I get my news from the only reliable source: Cryptic symbolism in my dreams.
So far, no response from @BostonAnarchistBookfair about this.
I went to @BostonAnarchistBookfair and it was mostly chill, but it turned out to be an unsafe space. I got triggered by something, that stopped me in my tracks, made me cry uncontrollably, and also I sobbed, and then eventually I hobbled over to the side to not be in everyone's way. And I sat there, and then I had to lie down there. Next to an open door with cold air nipping my back. And I cried and sobbed and nobody did anything. Many people walked by. Some people looked at me, and then just kept going. Nobody checked in with me to make sure I was OK. I was not OK.

I was considering a certain animation sequence's form resembling a form that some of my dreams have. I considered other oneiric animation sequences, and how some are aesthetically different while remaining essentially formally the same, and others are essentially formally different from one another; many being realistically oneiric to dreams of different types that I have had.

I wonder, what are the essential forms of dreams, and how do different people characterize and/or categorize them?

How might they be synthesized? Into a more accurate&precise idea about how dreams really be.

Also, what would be the way that this stuff be well represented in some art of whatever sort?

@RickiTarr