I walk this road of flames and danger alone. To see the ocean of dreams. And drink from its endless freedom that flows though our veins to be someonesomething much more than human.

I had a dream about you. You owned a taco stand and I looked like a pile of meat cheese lettuce sour cream and hot sauce. I resented you and you wanted to enslave me.

I had a dream about you. You wrapped the American flag around you like a towel while I let Russia shower me with praise. The people over there really seemed to love me probably because they are over there and I am not.

Once you truly understand that it is okay to lose or fail you have nothing to fear and only then can nothing in this world hold you back.

When your prayers are motivated by needs or circumstances then its a bargain and not a devotion.

I had a dream about you. We were playing chess and logically we were both wearing football helmets. You were winning so I started to complain that perhaps I was losing because I was suffering from Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis due to the violent nature of the game. Then you took off your helmet to reveal the fact that you had no hair or skull and you had waffles for brains. So I poured syrup on my gloved hands and scooped out your intelligence to consume it.

Life is full of disparate details arbitrarily joined together by dreams pain and yearning. I do not long for sense but I call for emotion and imagination amidst this chaos.

The doctor will tell you that all fiction is harmful that the pleasure we find in good dreams is more than offset by the terror when those dreams go bad. I say even the bad dreams are good for us. Theres something alluring about monsters about things that hide at the foot of your bed and go bump in the night. If there werent we wouldnt dream about them. We want to experience that thrill taste that fear. Theres nothing wrong with a healthy scare. It sets our hearts racing unleashes our adrenalin lets us know we are alive. For after all what could be more exciting-more stimulating- than tackling those monsters head on. In our dreams we can do that we can have that excitement and yet be protected. OUr dreams cant hurt us.

I had a dream about you. Too many people died that night to count. Still I had to provide the Minister of Numbers with a rough estimate. The number I told him was two and that number may be off by one or two people. In the dream nobody could find my in-laws who may have been on vacation or they may have been viciously murdered depending on who you ask and what you saw. Say what did you see

I wither slowly in thine arms here at the quiet limit of the world a white haird shadow roaming like a dream.