Chapter 1

    Google dreams. Do it. Found that online guide to dream interpretation? That, my friend, is a bunch of bull-crap. There aren’t too many people who actually believe that their dreams are trying to tell them something because it’s silly. Those people who believe it’s silly are correct. Dreams don’t warn you about the future or satisfy your desires, dreams are completely different worlds that everyone can easily get sucked into. Alright, not really sucked into because most people are able to wake up. Yes, I said most people. At this very moment, I’m telling you the truth; there is no such thing as heaven, but there is another world coming for us and trying to take our souls. I had to experience this the hard way. 

    Didn’t mean to bash on Christianity so quickly, but trust me, it’s not cause I was a Buddhist. That’s right, I used the word was. I honestly don’t how what to believe in now. I wish believing in reincarnation was as simple as it used to be, but finding reality changes everything. No after life seems like the best after life if you ask me because what do you plan on doing for all of eternity? Just chill with your fantasy or rot in your worst nightmare? That’s why I believed in reincarnation. Starting a whole new life gives me less questions to think or worry about. Maybe there is still some kind of spiritual being out there though. Let’s hope that these spirits know what dreams are actually doing to people.

    Dreams mostly revolve around the thoughts inside your head. If something’s bothering or worrying you, those thoughts at night will be labeled as nightmares. If you think about something you really want to happen, that fantasy at night will be labeled as dreams. Dreams and nightmares are the same thing. It’s one world gone terribly wrong or amazingly right. Lots of people want to live in their dreams, but most of them don’t know that they can.

    About ten years ago, the supernatural used to be my fantasy world. I even lied to the friends that I thought I wouldn’t keep. I told them and convinced myself that I belonged to another world. A world where I was considered a witch, a ghost or something that was abnormally cool.  As I grew up, calling myself a storyteller rather than a liar made me feel more comfortable with my loud-mouth imagination. When the show Supernatural came out, it didn’t help anything. Just made my curiosity for a magical world even stronger. Fortunately, the more I got involved in that television show, the more my grades were decreasing, meaning my obsession with the supernatural finally went away for several years. I’m not a neutral person though. I need some kind of obsession to keep me in place. Then came the internet.

    Meeting people online is a lot easier than most people think. Trusting the internet is a completely different story that I’m not going to tackle. Let’s just say I found trust in the community I currently talk to. So much trust that I consider most of them my best friends and have met a lot of them in person plenty of times. When these internet people started becoming a huge part of my life, they of course began entering my dreams. Most of these dreams weren’t too out of the normal, until January 1st, 2010. My dreams started continuing my day with my internet friends. The first night it happened, I dreamt about talking to my internet friend on Skype, which was odd, but I chose to ignored it. Then every night, it just repeated. Here’s where things start to get really strange. Each month I looked a little older and extremely tired, like I haven’t slept in weeks.

    So here I am now; writing about what happened so at least someone knows. I found a silver hair this morning and I’m afraid that I’m going to fade away really soon. You’ll definitely be a little wondered about dreams after all of this is over.