If you can explain then its not the Dream. The dream can never be put into words it can only be felt through the heart

The Truth Is That I Was Recognized For Stubbornness And Not Goodness. Even Though I Was Very Intelligent And Sent To School By A Little Few Supports From Sponsors And My Mother. My Brain Was Never Ever Cool. Due To All The Mistakes I Saw From A Very Tender Age From All Those Whom I Looked Upon As Elders And Shinning Examples. Although They Where Some Good Examples Which Still Live On. Still The Early Damaged As Already Been Done. So It Led Me Dropping Out Of School In To Working And Using The Great Ancient Vedic Philosophies I Have Been Hearing From The Very Beginning Of My Conception In My Mother Womb Till The Day I Was Born And Forever. I Used Them All To Materialize Many Of My Dreams And Practice Mysticism Coupled With Spiritualism To Keep My Self Secured And Keep Cool Depending On God.

Evil takes only prisoners.Time takes none.From The Tenth chapter 28.

Everyone that steps on to the ladder of success must have hope. Without it no one is able to reach the top.

God please help me not be an asshole is about as common a prayer as I pray in my life.

There is no limit as to what we can learn. Through study we can learn from the past. Experience can empower us to handle the present. For those who desire to learn of the future dreams hold a subtle key.Not all things we see as we sleep should be cast aside as non-consequential rubbish. It is true that the mind can play many tricksbut it can also send you messages meant to be deciphered at a later date.

A new finding shows that while in the 1940s three-quarters of those surveyed claimed to dream in black and white today three-quarters say the opposite that they dream in color. This reversal is attributed to a change in the number of people who grew up watching color rather than black and white television... another hint that our private dreams are intimately linked to our collective mediated experiences.

Live within and without your core of being.

There is no darkness when I go to sleep the wicked as they say never truly rest. I see blinding flashes of desperate arms reaching out I hear cries for help over the crackling of burning wood the ashen remains and the gut-wrenching smell of charred bodies.

Sometimes I marvel at the wonderof how graceful words seem to appearpen to paper in others handsAnd I think to myself-oh how obsolete my existence isto be unable to do the same.