Yeah, I've been hesitating, lingering so much to put my words out here. So much life, so much emotion, bouncing around in my stone shell, aching, burning, yet cold as ice inside. Sure writing comes as natural as breathing to me, and has always been just as important, then again, I'm a girl of many of the same voices, yet they all resonate through the prism differently, and fear is always comforting yet well, scary...

People always look at me funny or react as if their talking to a stranger, a pariah when I explain that dreaming to me is like walking in another world, a dream realm. The journey begins every night that I slip out of the conscious, physical realm, and again, I'm dumbfounded by the reactions. Maybe my creativity has gone haywire, maybe it is a real realm. Whatever dreaming might be, the last couple journeys in the last couple of nights have been wonderful nightmares. Oh yeah, they've been disturbing, shocking, scary, exhilirating, romantic. It's not until I wake, until my body is no longer hybernating and my spirit has descended again back into my blossoming body that I find myself disturbed as my intellectual mind tries to make sense of a spiritual place that our simple complex brain full of complex simplicities tries to interpret an experience....