Dream For Mother @ MindSay 
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? none
3. Your hair?bleached
4. Your mother? pushy
5. Your father? alright
6. Your favorite? france
7. Your dream last night? blurry
8. Your favorite drink? milkshake
9. Your dream/goal? france
10. What room you are in? cubicle
11. Your hobby? photography (?)
12. Your fear? economy
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? mother
14. Where were you last night? PSYCHO *
15. Something that you aren't? sophisticated
16. Muffins? pumpkin
17. Wish list item? condo
18. Where you grew up? california
19. Last thing you did? blink
20. What are you wearing? clothes
21. Your TV? dish
22. Your pets? cats
23. Friends? moviegoing
24. Your life? surreal
25. Your mood? fatigued
*yes, Alfred Hitchcock's movie was showing at the theater
i get a sinus infection at least 2wice a year, if not more. last year it was for about 4 months !!!
so last night i had a horrible dream...
somehow myself, mother, dad & some people were outside of a building. as we were approaching the bldg my mother says "let's see if you're going to get a dead one or a live one" she didn't explain further, just left it at that... there were the usual cement beds of flowers. my niece gianna was sitting on my lap when some stupid guy starts to throw up right behind us. i told him to do that crap somewhere else, cause there were kids around and he pretended to throw up on my niece. i pushed him, and he pulled out a butter knife. a few minutes pass and i end up telling him something about his girlfriend being pregnant. well this upset him, cause the bldg was a psychiatric one and he hadn't seen his girl in some time. in other words, she was preggo by some other man...oops, i said... the guy starts to climb the scaffolds outside the building and everyone is just watching him. i pushed the alarm button in the elevator and yet no one was coming to the rescue. my parents and i walk under the columns to get back outside of the building. the guy looks down at me and lets himself fall to the pavement. as his body is falling, i put my hand up to not see him commit suicide, and move a few steps to my left. his head shatters and my dad goes up to him and washes his hands in the blood. my mother turns to me and says "well, there goes your dead body"... i called 911, the operator says hello and ignores the fact that i'm on the phone... once i get her attention, i tell her someone just committed suicide at so-and-so location. she answers with "we just had an incident there, the fire trucks are on their way..." i look up and i can see them exiting the freeway...
it was hard to wake up from that dream...i woke up sad, if it wasn't for me telling the guy about his preggo girl, he wouldn't have killed himself...
Saturday will be The Day. I will march with my comrades to the North, to achieve inmortality.
"As I go back to a thousand years of dream, please, Asen... Don't fail like I did", my father wrote me that. Mabe it was fate. He had to meet my mother, Hidrun Sunray, and have me. It wasn't his fault, maybe he was sacrificing his inmortality for a higher purpose... I am The One, the Avatar. Yes.
Thoughts about how I restrain myself on showing weak emotional spots even in my writings. I only saw my father crying once, so I think I can't cry or be sad about something. Because I am strong, I have no doubts. Because I am a wanderer of the stars, I can't fall in love. I am just walking over the edge of a blade; If I move, I will die. Eternally.
Illidan is in troubles. The people of Azeroth are chasing him, in his "madness". Sometimes I feel empathy for him, in fact, my mother was a Highborne. His madness and his lust for power is something I should write about in a Novel, or a poem. On the other hand, Arthas seems to grow more powerful every second. I sense his energies in my dreams. I have to be nimble in The Dream to evade his powerful radiations, or else I would fall within his Acolytes. I am the ideal kind of man for that, The Traitor said. And he will keep on saying it.
The Traitor. He is near, I smell it in the air. I will eliminate him. I am sure he talks to the other members of the Guild about me. That bastard dwarf. I can't believe he was my uncle.
My friend Gardawer offered himself to kill Rakzuel. He doesn't know about the the dark future of the Warlock, he only wants to do it because he sees himself simply as a fire being. He is like an angry Goat, he goes for everything. That is why I consider him one of my most loyal comrades, and my empathy for him is almost unlimited. Still, I said to him that it wasn't necessary. Velice would be sad as the sea in winter if I kill her brother.
The day was excellent for some subtle hunt. The insects I caught were great, and the herbs, too. I am about to complete one of my herb albums and that makes me happy. Very happy.
Maybe the Crystal City is not a very practical plan... But I need to do something apart from helping villagers and the Alliance. It is a long bath in futility.
To achieve inmortality I can use any mountain. But I need a storm. The ray will fall in my head and I will be made of Virya, gold, the matter that doesn't die. Entropy shall be forgoten.
Maybe I have to talk sincerely about this with my friends. I will become mad if I keep on saving these thoughts for myself. I revise my writings, and many of them just show myself as a confused man. It has to do with my nature, I just have to know what will happen to me. Thousand years are..........................................
*the rest of the writing is filled with strange symbols*
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