"Nightmares"

I can honestly say I have really only had one real hardcore nightmare. The dream was so bad I woke up in a cold sweat and remembered every chilling detail of it. That nightmare was a very long time ago, and the other night I had my second nightmare. It wasn't as bad as the first one I had but enough to wake me up.

The very first nightmare I had I was dragged down this brick tunnel with some guy I have never seen before. Then suddenly both of us thrown against the wall. My head gets covered with this sheet that really smells bad. I'm not fully covered cause I can see my legs and the person's legs who placed it over my head.

Next thing I know the guy next to me is getting hit so hard he's screaming in pain, and I can see blood hitting the floor. There is nothing the guy can do but take it and he is screaming really loud. And all I'm thinking is I'm next. By now the guy next to me is so beaten so badly he's having trouble talking and it's coming out in all slow mumbles. Almost like he has excepted his fate.

Somewhere in between there I wake up and sit up in bed and I notice I'm sweating. Needless to say it was hard to fall back asleep that night and the following night.

The second nightmare was short in comparison to the first. But that can be saved for another day...

"Everything Happens For a Reason"

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there... to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help you figure out who you are or who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be but when you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection, you realize your potential, strength, will power, or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck.

Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity, all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight flat road to nowhere, safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet affect your life. The seccesses and downfalls that you experience, can create who you are and the bad experiences, can be learned from.

In fact, the are probably the most poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped your learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love, and open your heart and eyes to the little things.

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment, and take from it, everything that you possible can, for you may never be able to experience it again.

Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen.

Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high.

Hold your head up because you have every right to.

Tell yourself you are a great infividual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will belive in you.

You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.

Most importantly, if you love someone, tell them, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. And learn a lesson in life each day you live.

--Author Unknown

"Remember me?"

Funny how you remember some people. Sometimes by the way they dressed, or maybe they had a funny walk. "Oh yeah I remember him/her they use to have this..."

Now take Kevin McNear, back in high school he drove this cherry red 1966 Ford Mustang. This wasn't what I mostly remember him by. He also had this groovy 1960s haircut complete with sideburns. All perfectly unique things that if I ever went back to our high school reunion and saw him I could talk to him about.

No I remember him cause of his keep the fizz theory on soda. How it came about I don't know, but he would partly squeeze a plastic soda bottle about halfway then close the cap snug. He thought that it would help keep the fizzle in soda longer. It was something about gas expanding or something to that effect. Do I think it works? I have no idea, I'm no scientist.

But sometimes when I crush those 24oz soda bottles so they take up less trash I sometimes think back to him. And I imagine he's married with kids and I peek in his kitchen and open the refrigerator to see halfway squeezed soda bottles. Someday if I ever see him again it will be the first thing I ask him about...