old papers and dreams

So today, I decided to sort through my mounds of papers, from days past, as far back as 1995. I've been writing poems for a long time, and scripts and stories for even longer. When I was a young-un in elementary school, I won a writing award. In high school, we had to do this thing, where you have 2 class periods to write an essay on a topic they give you. Then, big top-shot teacher folk would read them, and grade them between 1-5, 5 being best. No one in my class got a five. There were two of us that got a four, though, myself being one of them. Well that really floated my boat.

However, my writing has gone to shit, mostly because I've done very little of it in the last few months. So going through old junk is nice. Playing old guitar tunes almost makes me remember how I used to feel. In the days of feeling.

I've had several very strange dreams in my life, and I've found copies of them. The only two I didn't write down, I didn't need to, because they've stuck with me.

When I was very young, I had a dream that has stayed with me for more than ten years. It took place at the farm - my home at the time. I wandered into the basement, and pacing on the cement floor were two evil german shephards. Suffice to stay, the door to upstairs was locked, and I was devoured by these dogs. No matter how I screamed, nobody opened the door and helped me.
They turned a blind eye and I was not saved,
And my enemy got the meal he most craved.

The other, I had it in about grade nine. I was floating along a magical stream on a giant lily pad. Suddenly, I was in a strange basement, and in front of me was a door. Now, I knew that something was hiding behind the door, but yet I could not stop myself from opening it. I stepped into the room, and waiting on the ceiling was a horrible woman, crazed and demonic, and then, she attacked me. Her strength was far beyond mine - she threw me around the room, and up on the ceiling, and I fell to the floor, and as my neck snapped, I woke up.

It is quite possible I've pissed some strange entities off. It's also quite possible that I have a violent imagination.

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