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--I have always gotten attached very quickly. I feel the joys that others experience and am easily disturbed when someone cries.
--My dreams come in many formats. Some very bright, with extra colors, and some dim or yellowish. One thing remains consistent: a high definition sensitivity and extreme lucidity.
--The very earliest dream that I can recall is very vague. God is showing me an ocean, a shore and a cliff. All is reddish and I cannot begin to put into words what was "said". Many dreams involved witches and vampires, but they were not nightmares. I have had very few nightmares; none if you count the fact that all my dreams are lucid, so they always end up with me in control.
--There has never been a time that I laid down to sleep and didn't hear the pipe organs and bells. I have to be very exhausted to fall asleep before 2am.
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--I believe I was four when we moved to Northside Ft. Worth. It was a step up. Though we lived in the slums my Daddy was making payments towards buying the house.
--We had our own beds. There was a pool table in our room and a full-size swing set in the back yard. There were books galore and toys that intrigued and excited the mind. Throw in some animals and alot of plants from all over and you might be able to picture the crockpot that brewed my curiosity.
--Oh, we're not through decorating the world of the boys mind. Our neighbors consisted of an entire family that was retarded (South side), an honest-to-goodness clown (Jojo Jingles) with his wife (North side), the bikers that lived across the street, and more Mexicans than you can fit in an extended bed pickup.
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--This was the house where everything changed. This is where the innocent boy sleeps. From here the shell extends and the head gets hard. The seed of hateful anger, well germinated, began to grow inside out.
--Falling on a cactus is just a painful experience, but there are things you can learn that frighten away sanity. Losing consciousness during a beating can wreck the mind, but waking to a crying, apologetic mother cripples the heart.