I felt that I had to impress Wes Bentley in my dream last night. He looks a lot like my soulmate, and reminds me of him as well.
(The setting of the dream last night was the Oscars or some celebrity function like that.)
In the dream I was sad that I wasn't good-looking enough for him and that he was a big star, etc. and I wasn't. (I think I actually felt this last night before going to sleep.)
While at the Oscars or whatever, I was checking out a video game or something that was made for little kids. Things are very unclear about what I felt about him at that state. I think that I felt that he was watching me or that I was thinking "what would he think of this". I felt that he would feel I was immature for doing that little kids activity.
(I'm thinking that perhaps the reason I dreamt that I wasn't good enough for him was because last night I was disappointed in the roles he was choosing in real life last night. I thought that he was just being more superficial and not going for the roles he should be going for and being what he truly is. Why should I care -- that's what you're probably thinking. But I just feel that he's a part of me in ways I can't describe. He reflects a lot of my personality. And I guess I dislike the insecurities in him that I dislike in myself.)
Then I went on this ride thing that was along mud or something that you rode to some other location. I saw some girl from the internet lying down on her "transporter" and I took a mental picture of her when she was crossing my path. Then I went on to eat dinner with these people (a couple) I didn't know. I was still at the Oscars or whatever it was. The man told the woman not to do something. He told her "you ignore" or "you look insecure" or something along those lines. He was basically controlling her. I wanted to tell him that he couldn't control her. I wanted to. But I didn't. Because I've been brought up to not.
*Another part of the dream I just remembered -- I had a job late night at some club. It was great. It was very aesthetically pleasing. I think I had a job there, anyway. Courtney from school was there. And some other people I've hung around with were there. They shunned me, but I was doing the right thing. I was against whatever happened. I could sense they were doing something "rebellious" and "teenage" that I would have thought as stupid before. And I was against it this time too. It was funny because this time I didn't care about being "shunned" by them. I didn't worry about losing them as my friends. It was almost like I didn't see them as my friends. I was just alone and okay.