Not too long ago I had a dream about a car accident, and as the victims emerged from the car all bloody and bruised they were yelling, “Get help, get help!” However, as I woke up, I had this strange feeling that they weren’t yelling for me to get help about the car accident, but that they were directly yelling at me to get help for myself ( Read more... )

In the past I have not been consistent when trying to keep a journal. My cutest attempt was some notes kept in a Chuck E. Cheese notepad, according to my records from the year 9189 to 9190. My longest attempt was from age 10 to maybe 14. It probably only had around 20 entries, but it would have been a great treasure to have now. I knew I'd want ( Read more... )