Isolated Memories And King Size Dreams: How About For Once You Find Me ?

"Come on kid, you know me better than that. Now get out of here. I got a world to save." - King

"Maybe it's because I'm not other guys." - Palomba

I drifted off to sleep sometime after four this morning, trying my hardest to fight The Afflictions. Lately they've let the world beat me down on its own, but last night they felt the need to help and while The Darkness was fairly weak The Fix had me for hours.

Before I fell asleep I thought of a night not too long ago where I asked God not to let me dream, because I was convinced nothing I could dream of would do anything but further sour my disposition. I believe he obliged that night, so last night I begged another favor.

I asked God to let me dream big. King size dreams for a king size guy.

And as I felt myself slipping away for the night I was thinking nothing but good thoughts, as pure as they were pleasant, not a wicked thought in my head.

Now I've seen what God can do with my good thoughts, and I'm frightened enough that I may never think of them again.

Last night I dreamed of my life being perfect. I'm not ready to tell you how, because I'm not sure it's at all possible and wouldn't dare focus any more energy on things that can not happen.

Dreams are the honest part of us. They tell us what we want, what we can get, what we deserve. Your dreams can't lie to you, you won't let them. So what does it mean, when you think you want something so badly in real life, only to have your dreams tell you other wise. In real life I lie to myself and say I don't feel a certain way, even though deep down (and not so deep down) I know that I really do feel that way. Except that in my dreams I really don't feel that way. And I'm not lying to myself, or tricking everyone else. I just feel the way I pretend I feel out here...in the dream it's genuine, and I'm happy about it. In the dream it really is that way. But what's real in dreams...

Last night we meandered through a world that I'm sure will never exist, but one I would gladly trade this one for lock, stock, and barrel.

It would have been nice to say that these dreams came from my inner most desires, or that God projected the future right down into my head. But in the last second before I slept all the other thoughts were chased from my head...leaving only one.

Jean Daste, wearing all black, sprinting across a beach of white sand. He's just realized what he's lost. And now he means to get it back.

A whole night's dreams from a single scene in a movie none of you will ever see.

"It's a fuckin' barge man." - Kong

"No, it's my life in a nutshell." - Palomba