” A fall to land on the right side of my face. Able to walk and breathe is amazing. Stitches on my cheek below my temple; waking up from a vivid dream, I will proceed without saying. My environment has changed; I live somewhere that seems different, and in young age, I have a secret to keep hidden. The statement, I keep it in mind as I proceed to be living. First school, one class to show the importance. “Say Ian, I bet you can do this with your pencil,” said a friend of mine, the challenger. So simple hand-eye coordination, between the fingers and thumb. Between my fingers, the point of a pencil taps the desk, building the nun’s frustration. Her anger, my loss of concentration leaves me with a severe pain of the point of the pencil lodged in my right hand. Understand this wasn’t what I expected; the color pouring out made me seem different – a lesson of attention while tears streaming down my cheek while I’m screaming, with a memory of a girl frantically screaming that “he’s an alien.” Every scar I have is from an unwanted accent. My right knee from a rusty slide, running on water I even tried and cut my left foot. Stigmas I started to notice a scar on my left wrist from handcuffs and the right wrist washing my hand with a pressure washer, such foolishness. My imperfections got one above my left eye, a lesson of a crown that could have been. In a place I should never have been at all playing basketball. As a reminder to think about after all. I’ll get to the point later, wondering much of other meanings. Remember what is a human being. From the beginning to the end, the end is the beginning, pay attention I want you to listen. Remember what human beings are once again. Not knowing water from oxygen here in line I stand to recall this phrase a dwell on the different. “Remember you can breathe in water,” said from a student was a false statement. Rising up after being forced down, the phrase gave way to understanding, deceived by a human being. Now back to the present, to this position that I’m in. Like I mentioned, from the beginning to the end, the end is the beginning. I know that you were never educated from a dream as in learning a new thing. To wake up with perfect memory or the ability to recall the dream completely. To fall in slumber recalling the dream and education prior. To present this story to be fiction would make me a liar. Something to debate and ponder after so it really doesn’t matter. In a position I couldn’t handle anymore, I was given more, not of the wanted, but the burden and depressive. “What do you want? Remember what human beings are,” was stated in the aggressive. Love is the answer that was given. “Many people want many things but I will give you something that I fiend.” In between the dreams, it seems reality and the truth it brings lead me to know that the mind is more powerful than most know. To take it to a level only few will go, enlightened of the facts that are learned. Sometimes a dream will show a déjà vu to you. I mean this by the literal. It’s love, it’s love, but really do you though? Grab and harness the present for the future. “Many never do ask but inside it is what they wanted, usually ask for objects, or the one in power overlooking prospects.” At this time your mind wonders of who, an image you had is the point to understand, in the supernatural realm yes, this is a woman. Caution to the heart, deadly parts to a man, above as below ignorance won’t comprehend. This is supernatural bending reality as wonder starts to build. It seems to be the same long black-haired woman in the middle of the field. You can find her in 13 art but most don’t know this thought or ever put together that part. In the predicament I was given an option. “As I will always educate you on the truth from false accusations of a deity. People title many things and gave a perspective; many were out of fear and presented in the negative. Since they had fear of their own soul, I reflected their inner being. Good, Bad, Ugly, as you heard these three adjectives and their meaning. Do you know the intentions of yourself? Remember what is a human being.” I wake from the dream to recall the whole thing. Ring of my subconscious, “Remember what human beings are.” Far I am from crazy, this fits the part exactly. As I finish the day to finish it in slumber. I’m back in the same dream to recall every point made in the past there. Prior to the dream, I was in the worse position, as I mentioned earlier in the story. Decision of the soul, yes at this point I was given the option. I didn’t have to wake up. I was also given something different to know the difference between this and a dream. Tired once again in a dream, I understand that I am dreaming once again. Time is different in this dream, it is long and highly detailed able to recall, understand, and learn is a major importance. “So, you want love and that’s something I do fiend.” She knows everything without me saying anything. As she is what I wanted, she is what I fiend. Like I mentioned, I’m supposedly in a dream and wanted her so we proceeded to do this thing. The actions of the physical. Extremely detailed feeling extremely real. Waking up laying on my back to feel the semen on my boxers was quite odd. This happened as a kid in my youth but this was vastly different. This was excessively graphic. Dramatic, a dream vastly different, graphic, highly detailed time and recollection – everything in my position. If it happened once, I thought like before, it is rare and not consistent. This is different, vastly different. As I proceed to go about my day, awake, my mind flickers images of her lips, and always of her back showing the length of her hair. I stare at a woman I wanted in the physical to introduce myself, but my words are not there. Instead, it was like words of a girlfriend to stop this from happening, doesn’t seem fair. My mind is imprinted of the woman in the field with long hair. I am awake. Awake not in a dream. My mind fills with her thoughts to show me something. The lady blows off the statement as I look as if I’m not there. “Watch her ankles I can do this through air.” I glance there to notice that she falls on the steps. Different in slumber and more vivid than any other. Just to discover what many don’t know, but to notice though they’ve never met them. They are given the name by the expression of emotion and odd advertisement, of course Love is here as she introduces me to the Joyful