Let it Be

I get so frustrated because I have all these ideas in my head and too many of them never reach this piece of paper. I try so hard to make sure this doesn't happen -- that my ideas don't get separated from this important idea that I call paper. But sometimes things, time, business... life gets in the way. The bad thing about technology is there's always some chaos going inside of it it. Computers will always make some mistake, sometime, somewhere. There's going to be some annoying error hitting up the machine every once in a blue moon. But paper has been faithful to me before the day I was born. It's been here for centuries catering world wide to one generation after the next. I've never had problems with it. It's fast easy, convenient and I know AND am for sure that deep in my heart, it's always gonna be there for me. Let's just say (and hope not) my laptop gets some horrific virus. The world shakes and anarchy begins between my frustration a

So I have the weirdest, most epics dreams known to man. (at least I think I do). Not to brag but I love to sleep. I love to dream. I think it's amazing how our brains are still connected to the world in some way--- in some existence even when our bodies our resting.  I believe the human brain is the strongest muscle out there. It connects us to spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional truths. Anything is possible. The brain can absorb an endless amount of information, memories and stories. It's got a mind of it's own. It owns us. So what happens when our dreams are trying to tell us things we need to know? Do we listen? Do we keep a memory/dream book of all our dreams? The earliest dream I remember was when I was around 5 years old and it was in the early to mid 90's. I dreamt that I was walking in my bedroom and all I could remember after that was a demon trying to conjure me to follow him. Its eyes were white, and it had a black mask and cape like Darth Vader. I