The IMAD Experience

| Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I reflect back and realized that I should have written down the rest of my dreams. I had a weeks worth of Stephen King novellas! Who other than Louis Carol put his dreams into a novel? I don't know or care but it could have been me!



| Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I just want to introduce myself.

That's it.

(It's the same person!!)

I'm SO Glad that's finally over


I have been through whirlwind of emotions for the past week, resulting in the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. Everyday. For 7 days I have had dreams about zombies, werewolves, child molestation by priest, having children, supermarkets, and etc. I had a vivid account of all of them at one point, but I had a binge drinking weekend to forget those dreams.

Sometimes it's better to forget.

If only....Was nothing at all

| Thursday, February 12, 2009

I just sat in silence for the past 30 minutes from an argument. I can't reveal what it was about or who it was with, but no one is given a choice in life. The right to choose what they're born into, choose what starter schools they go to, choose their friends or the lack there of.

In life there is no winning no matter how much you scream at the top of your lungs.

The other person just knows they're always right....because they choose to be.

Was it all just a dream?

| Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Well, yes. It was a dream. What else would I call it?

The first one I really don't remember much of. It was Nick Carter and Paris Hilton having sex. I totally saw boob but it was mostly obligatory shots. She as on top of him , but they changed positions for him to be on top. He was kissing her and at that moment I saw this HUGE cyst on his tongue, and I mean like the size of a marble. After a few moments of noticing this it exploded in her mouth. They stopped. She didn't really know what was going on. He started to squeeze his tongue to get the rest of the puss out. Yea...

The second dream was the most disturbing.

I was in a house that I've never been in with my fiancé, we were dressed for bed. We were in a dimly lit room. I think it was about ankle high with water. I remember showing him some lines on the walls to how far we could have raised it. We got up and started to walk around and in the dark we saw this orange glow in the hall way. I started floating in the air like a ghost or someone carrying it about it with a fishing wire. Regardless we were genuinely scared. I had my arm around his neck as we walk toward is moaning. He soon disappeared and I went walking around the house again. I saw a boy, roughly in his teens in a big oversized winter coat and a black hat on. I kept asking "Who are you? What are you doing here?" He didn't answer. I then turned to see that the front door was open, and asked him again the same questions. He still didn't answer me. I looked over to my left and saw a little boy, 10 or so saying, "I'm gonna be late mom". And then he walked out the door. Shocked by this I saw my fiancé come down the hall walking toward me smiling, so happy to see me. As he was walking, I never took my eyes off the other kid. When my fiancé walked over to embrace me, I asked the kid, "Am I your mother? I must be your mother." All the while I'm holding my fiancé in a warm loving hug, so close I could feel him. My last words were, "Have a good day at school, I love you."

Then I woke up.