A Writer is Actor Creator Director Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.

Trying to remember a dream from a decade ago is like trying to catch fog in a coffee filter. I could subsist on morning mist.

I had a dream about you. You fell into my arms like a 120-pound sack of gold coins. So I did what any respectable lover would doI buried you in the backyard so nobody could steal you away from me.

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest every night alone.

To capture the drama of the unconscious one had to start with the key and the key was the dream. But the novelists task was to pursue this dream to unravel its meaning the goal was to reach the relation of dream to life the suspense was in finding this which led to a deeper significance of our acts.

Prayer is helplessness plus faith.

I only have secrets that keep you safe Darlin

I had a dream about you. You were a dolphin in a fur coat and I was your shrink telling you that you were experiencing feelings of mammal inadequacies. You thought instead of paying me your money would be better spent on sex and I agreed. So I sold you a box of condoms and dead fish.

You are the steer of your God given dreams. By the authority from the Holy Spirit of God you will able to bend a curve where the road has a bend you will be able to reverse your movement when the need be.

As it is the sister of reading so it is the mother of prayer. Though a mans heart be much indisposed to prayer yet if he can but fall into a meditation of God and the things of God his heart will soon come off to prayer....Begin with reading or hearing. Go on with meditation end in prayer....Reading without meditation is unfruitful meditation without reading is hurtful to meditate and to read without prayer upon both is without blessing.