Art of a dreamer

n see that sometimes a dream can

i heard something howling from the neighbourhood. Sounds coming from a dog so maybe he is hungry

left. My parents left me for Caribbean vacation for weeks ago. Well it is a favourab

an eerie terrible how

I had a dreamed of

like I was enchanted wi

e. I thought staring into her eyes always made me feel e

emale model in the

n twisted world that I feel in love with an imaginary woman. It sounds irritated and I looked fool for them so I made my mind, I used to paint

my first priority, but this woman cracks my head is really something. There was a magic that hit my bra

supposed to be something special. There was a special assembly and we got o

knew who it was, Charles Ivan, my bullied classmate looking b

dreamboy," he hooted

whistle he put one foot down right in my path. I tripped on it, falling flat in the dirt.

push him hard and he was pull hard in a faraway yard until he was hit my a garbage bin. The impact was so strong and I can’t believe that such human strength can

et anyone touch you." The guy started to walk

led who is that guy and why did he chose to save me from

o, I had another dream

e of American

erge of something like I wa

all red like the color of blood and I wonder why there are no other animals surrounded the place. I thought it’s strange and I lose my mind but when I stopped from an old oak tree I heard the chirping of

s late enough that it was properly nighttime. I watched the moon across the sky when something suddenly caught my eyes. I saw two smal

. It was coming from the wood towards the river. For a few minutes, I lost sight of it.Then

with flaming eyes glaring at me but when she approached me I was so delighted, she got a red lu

sleeves and a narrower floor length ski

nt, she drew nearer and she is about to k

in

shakes me and to my surpr

ared blankly as I carried a

out. Are you alr

e looked at me, and the way she judged my answers to innocent questions, as if there

answered without knowi

he layers of meaning beneath my one-word

compartment of her cabinet and pulle

om said. “Bring it in your roo

rubbed it between my fingers

at her that she didn’t know that I hid a portrait in

e woman I saw in the forest, and how I was supposed to adore her. I wanted to explain to her

rong thread and make it a necklace gothic cross

es the dishes. I glance up in the T

the animals stormed in an abandon destroyed church. There was a fog, but it wasn’t a normal fog. It was thick and stun

s. Dozens of bats, swarming with the werewolves, clawing them, screeching with their ears, but no matter how fast they moved to swat them away, they were faster. In the end, they attacked one wolf. A dozen of them bit the wolf. Then, one of the bats t

ith the movie.

re you finis

back to con

h." I

shes, I went to m

s falling like a curtain over the day, or

s very

tiple choice tests. Well, I suppose if the others are variables, I’m the constant. Constantly busy, constantly shuttling from swim team to debate team to home with the regularity of a celes

erent posters of Tom Cruise my favorite ac

live” and bunches of newspaper in the drawer. I’m also a fan of Stephen King as collected different book

me another sense of

t. Soft, mellow, classical music drifts through my room. A wom

y pain with

life with

softly wi

softly wi

whole life

softly wit

I used to listened it for a long time ago. A magical comb

up and smiles as I finish the

ry night where darkne

life. I insist in my head that she is my first crush and my first love. My heart sinks into different joy and my body ascends in a very hot temptation. She’s mo