Have you ever been in love Horrible isnt it It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you then one stupid person no different from any other stupid person wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didnt ask for it. They did something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you and then your life isnt your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness so simple a phrase like maybe we should be just friends turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. Its a soul-hurt a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Ive been making a list of the things they dont teach you at school. They dont teach you how to love somebody. They dont teach you how to be famous. They dont teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They dont teach you how to walk away from someone you dont love any longer. They dont teach you how to know whats going on in someone elses mind. They dont teach you what to say to someone whos dying. They dont teach you anything worth knowing.

Dreams are composed of many things my son. Of images and hopes of fears and memories. Memories of the past and memories of the future...

Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it pulling the thin blanket over himself and closed his eyes and he held onto nothing and he held onto dreams.

I woke myself in the darkness and I knew only that a dream had scared me so badly that I had to wake up or die and yet try as I might I could not remember what I had dreamed. The dream was haunting me standing behind me present and yet invisible like the back of my head simultaneously there and not there.

So what I want to know is when Im asleep do I really remember how to fly And forget how when I wake up Or am I just dreaming I can flyWhen you dream sometimes you remember. When you wake you always forget.But thats not fairNo.

I have dreamed of that song of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language too the first language and I had dominion over the nature of all that was real. In my dream it was the tongue of what is and anything spoken in it becomes real because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick og everything. In my dreams I have used that language to heal the sick and to fly once I dreamed I kept a perfect little bed-and-breakfast by the seaside and to everyone who came to stay with me I would say in that tongue Be whole. and they would become whole not be broken people not any longer because I had spoken the language of shaping.

The bonds of family bind us up support us help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon through the dreams of countries and cities past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.

I move from dreamer to dreamer from dream to dream hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams and the dreamer will wake and wonder why this dream seemed different wonder how real their lives can truly be.