The Big Boat

I am sitting in my living room and I hear a joyful noise! Something big has happened! I get up to investigate. The sound is coming from the garage. I open the door and I see my dad standing with Matthew and Arthur examining my dad's project. It is a big white boat! Sitting in the garage with fresh shiny pain all over it. I congratulated my dad on his accomplishment. And asked him when he was going out on the water. As if on cue, Niko and Konrad emerged from behind the boat. Konrad had a bottle of wine with him and he handed it to my dad. It did not surprise me that Konrad thought of the little things like that. Niko and Victor were on the boat playing with all the levers and buttons, the babies of the families. The paint with which the boat's name was written was still wet. I could see my dad's hand black with the wet paint, the paint and paintbrush against the wall next to him. There was room on the boat for what seemed like ten people. There was a caterer there holding trays of food. I ate some mini-pizzas. They were not as good as the ones from LeTreport. I put the bbq onto the boat.

Scarves

Only vague memories exist as I sit up in my bed and write them down. I know I am in a big city with lights surrounding me and everything I see. I am not surprised, yet amazed at the same time. I know the store is somewhere near. I just can't get any directions. I notice a familiar yet unfavourable smell coming from the ground, and noise too. My hair looks good. Someone went somewhere to get something to drink but they are long gone and I don't have time to wait. I like what they did to the square and it's beginning to look like the center of something. I was too scared to walk on the glass. I bought a scarf today, it's summer.

It's about three years ago and I am sitting with my friends in the living room of the first family apartment I remember (in Poland). For some reason we are in Poland and it's no big deal. Me and my friends just finished doing the laundry, I am folding the last t-shirt and rolling the last socks. As I put everything away my friend Bart tells me he's hungry and we should go out and grab some pizza. I told him we have food at home and went into the kitchen to check what was there. Noticing a boiling pot of water, I dumped the bag of cranberries in. Bart asked me what I was doing, I responded with one word, "Kompot", and began stirring. After I was finished I looked in the fridge and freezer and did not see anything I liked. We then proceeded to the other freezer in the second kitchen across the hall. Why did we have two kitchens three feet apart? In the second freezer we found frozen popsicles and icecream chicken breasts. We cooked them and, for some odd reason, the outside was nice and hot, while in the middle, the chicken was filled with still frozen icecream and it was good. I kept checking on the cranberries and they were done in a matter of minutes. We let them cool, and when i returned to put them in jars, they were already stored in the cupboard, along side shelves full of them. The cupboard was enourmous, big enough for me to walk into. The walls were covered four jars deep, from floor to ceiling, with kompot jars. I was not in the least surprised.

Gumball

I'm sitting on a hill, watching the big race below. Everyone is scrambling into their cars and pulling away. Although it's a cross-country race, they keep passing in front of me every few minutes. The Chileans are in front with the Americans right behind them. Not a good showing from the Canadiens, plus the Leafs just won 4-2 against them. I'm sitting in the open at a desk with countless computers screens. I am looking at feeds from the road at the same time as watching the race from above. I'm too high to see anything but the color of the cars. The cops just stopped biker. Now I'm sitting in the car, the Ferrari F50 and we are pulling away from a cruiser, we're listening to their feed and can hear they can't keep up at 130 mph. we hit 150 and pass a few bikers. I just wanna hit the checkpoint so we can have a few drinks and party the night away. What a little breather that will be. My seatbelt is a bit tight.

Polish School Days

We are having recess during Saturday classes, and the boys and I begin to scope out the hallways in our new school. Wanting to get familiar with our surroundings we explored every room, locked or not. Then all of a sudden we are standing in a long drama room, but the floor is not carpet, but glass, and underneath it is water. All the lights in the room are pointed down and the guys turn them on. My friend MikeyMike screams "Watch this!" and jumps. He is swimming around and swims to what we did not notice before, a HUGE swimming half monster half pokemon. MikeyMike just dangled there in front of the beast until the beast just sucked him up into his mouth and MikeyMike dissapeared. All the guys were scared, and ran, I stayed and was amazed and how even in the monsters mouth, I could hear MikeyMike! He then surprised me by jumping out of the beast's mouth as if he used it's tongue as a spring board. He repeated this trick with a smile on his face. Then we went to class. But it was not that interesting so we ditched and went back, we noticed that this time, the room was being monitored by the army at every door. We distracted one and slipped into the same room, this time, there was no water and the beast was struggling to walk out of it's element. We looked through the window and saw the soldiers ever ready to shoot at the room, there was evidently something dangerous in here! For some stupid reason, all five of the guys had pocket knives except me. So I calmly went to the front of the room and picked up on footlong double serrated rambo knife, and one of those fancy show knives "cool" people hang on their walls. We took of our shoes to keep them from soaking in blood. Then we systematically took care of the beast. After the last strike was struck, we heard voices of our school director. She caught one of the boys and was yelling at him. I ran out but remembered I had left both my glasses and shoes. I went back and stealthily retrieved both without capture. My friend signalled for me that he was okay and so I booked it home with red speckles on my glasses. The soldiers stood there astonished at our courage and perseverance. We were happy to be able to use knives during class time.

Whatever!

I walked into the patients room with my colleague at my side and noticed that only one of the six beds was taken. I looked at Matt and he just shrugged his shoulders. We walked up to the only patient in the room and asked him what was wrong? Brushing aside the single tear going down his face, he pointed at the TV screen which showing the news. It was a news cast about the war in Iraq and how the death toll of Metis Canadians had just reached 25,000. I asked the man why didn't the soldiers come to the hospital for help? He tried to explain his culture to me, but I was too thick skulled to make sense of it. There was talk of injured soldiers going back home for spiritual healing before going for physical healing to hospitals. Matt just looked at me and shrugged. I started ranting about the irresponsibility of those that died needlessly and blamed the stupidity of the war. Why would they travel all the way to Canada and then back to Iraq for treatment. I don't even know if this hospital is in Iraq or Canada. How come Matt and I are taking care of sick soldiers? What the hell is going on? Matt shrugged his shoulders.

Refreshing Morning Walks

The train is going to leave without me! I am late for school and the 7:55 is pulling into the station! I still have to run across the entire parking lot, go through the gate, through the underground tunnel, and run up the stairs to board. I feel beads of sweat running down my face, it's not even eight o'clock, it's December, and I'm sweating! What the hell? I dropped my roll of vellum and it's now in the snow, although the platic will protect it, I'm angry at the simple fact that it fell. I am halfway across the parking lot and the train has begun slowing down, I know because of the screeching. I am starting to curse under my breath that everything is complete evil. I reach the door and pull it open, I no longer hear the screeching so I realize the train has stopped, I now have less than a minute to board. I run through the tunnel and reach the stairs. Doubling and tripling the stairs, gripping the handlebars and truly excercising I plow through the stairs like an rocket, out of breath I run for the stupid green tube standing on the tracks and watch as the doors begin to make a sound and close. Although I have carried the vellum roll of paper around for a week or so, I had never gotten the idea to actually use it for something other than drawing! For some reason I picked up more speed, and out of nowhere used the roll of paper as a sword to wedge it in the closing door. I got it just in time! I reached the door and the door refused to crush my roll of paper! Everyone on the train just stared at me at first, I believed I had achieved something special, people were smiling, laughing, and commenting on my tremendous feat. I stood there, not knowing what to do next, wether to wait for the door to reopen by itself, or use my awesome power to rip the doors down myself. I decided not to destroy the doors, and they backed off and opened. I got onto the train, there was no room to sit, so I stood, panting and drenched in sweat, looking around at the people, who had already forgot my heroics. Everyone was either reading the paper, or sleeping. It was silent except for my breathing. I was tired, wet, dirty, and angry, and all I remember was thinking "what a great way to start a ten hour school day". My vellum roll proved it's worth. It had given me the right to stand on a train for half an hour.

Fear and Sadness

I am drinking pop in my kitchen back in Mississauga. I am about to go for a smoke with my cousin, and suddenly I realize I can't find my notebooks from Ms. Cosgrove's class. For some reason, she still puts into my heart the grade nine fear everyone felt when near her. All I knew is that since my sweater incident the week before, I could not afford to come to class unprepared again. I called Peter and he said he would photocopy all the semester notes, but that I would have to buy tickets to a Leaf game at the Gardens. I called my cousin and he sent me to Peter's house, where I got some batteries for the keyboard I needed to write my essay as punishment for the original sweater incident. Konrad helped me, and it was a good essay. It was read in class by the teacher herself. I was happy to have a brother that was both smart and vengeful. Somehow, even though we talked about it all the time, Peter and I never went to that game. Yet I remember the Leafs never played the same since...

Due to my deep sadness over not sharing the greatest team play with my best friend at the time. I could not bring myself to post a picture.

Apple Cider and Ipods

I wake up and I see my boss from Domino's Pizza in my room, dressed like a gangster straight out of a movie. He is surrounded by his crew. I tell the shortest one off and send him out for coffee. The boss is impressed with my show of strength yet still watches me get out of bed and start dressing. He is worried about one of his other employees "talking to the police" about some of the business he's been in. For some reason the pizza business is a dangerous and a suspect one. I told him I know nothing on the matter and he pulls out a newspaper and a can of apple cider. He found them in the suspected persons car and wanted to know where he is. He said he always wanted another can of apple cider and decided to keep it. He then went on a rant about how many times he wanted the short man to get him an ipod. I told him which one I had, and then asked how he was getting one. He hit the man that told him a shipment was on the way and made him promise to buy one legally and show the receipt by laminating it and hanging it up among the awards in the pizza shop. I told him about the new Ipod nano video, and he seems intrigued, but still had his sights set on the Ipod touch. I told him it was basically an Iphone without telecommunication capabilities, and he agreed. He then got up and took one of the coffees from the short man who had just returned and served me my coffee. I was back in bed. I remembered the night before, going to the apple cider store and talking to the suspected traitor about the very topic of talking to the police. He wanted to get out of the pizza business and get into the restaurant business. For some reason, he left the cider in the store, and it appeared on my bedroom floor.

...he drew it.

They said they would be here in fifteen minutes. I'm just chilling with Matt and a few friends in a bar downtown Toronto and there is a pretty bartender. These guys came into the bar and took one guy and started to beat him with a baseball bat. No one was doing anything except screaming. I calmly walked up to the guys with two beers (that I got from that cute bartender) and I have one to the guy with the bat. He took it with one hand and i quickly grabbed the bat from him and took it away. They decided they were not done with the poor guy so they started hurting him with the bottles and whipping salt shakers at him. I felt an urge to stop it so I went at them this time with conviction and speed and I hit one in the gut so he went down. The second I took my time and i hit his arms repeatedly and didn't stop until he stopped trying to lash out at me. Then I proceeded to the second guy coming around. I went for his legs and also continued till he was down for the count. I then called Rob and Niko for like the fourth time and asked them to pick us up. We had called them at eight thirty, it was a quarter till orange already!

Wilderness

I am laying on my porch, tanning, reading a book with my brother. I've been there for a while as i really feel the waves of heat hitting my skin. Matthew, my brother, went inside to get something, and i fell right back into the story of the book. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I spotted something out of the ordinary moving to my right. It was something big. I could not recognize it at first because i saw it though the slits in the wooden porch fence yet my gaze and full concentration was given to the new foreign moving object. I heard it make a noise, it sounded like a low growl, yet also a purr. This scared me half to death and I quickly collected my wits and told myself to chill. For the moment I forgot Matthew had deserted me and I waved my hand without taking my eyes off the beast. It must have had an accomplice watching from another location because the second I moved my hand it changed course, realizing it's position was compromised. I heard my brother inside doing something in the kitchen, and I quickly with a loud voice commanded that he come out with multiple knives. For himself he brought the new footlong CutCo serrated knife, while for me he tossed into the air the big half cleaver half sword knife (my favourite). Without moving the rest of my body I caught the knife and mentally prepared for war. The beast was upon us. It was a large mountain lion, no mane, because, they don't have them... There was fear it it's eyes.

Retreat Pt.1

I am at retreat, something about the surroundings remind me of the retreat center in London, Ontario. I just returned from a walk, and I lied about killing a wolf, but pointed to another brown animal that was walking right beside the building. It is dinner time and I am sitting with family and friends around a big round table. I walked over to give Ania Rutkowska a cup of coffee. My cousin Lukasz got up and poured a glass of water for someone at another table saying "There you go Lidia". I remember my uncle telling us how much Lukasz played cards and that he doesn't want it to get out of hand. I want to put my folder down on the nearest desk, but Agnieszka and Marzena did not let me. They laughed at me and I put it on another desk in the same office.

When teams count...

I have a single shot Karabiner 98K and I am shooting while running and hiding between trees, singlehandedly I was cleaning house and rarely missing, treating every bullet as the golden one. My team is not making much of a dent in their ranks but I am doing more than pulling my load. I reach the leader, and find it to be a huge beast. His size alone makes me realize I need to buy time so I run up this huge ravine about three miles long as fast as I can. It is very steep but I do not get tired. Once up there I sprinted down and to save time jumped as far as I could to fall forward to cover lots of ground in each leap (picture Rambo in his forest, this was mine). I didn't take into account my cat like speed and did it too fast. I had to stall at the bottom until Gandalf, with his staff, and Legolas, with his trusty bow, came to help. They killed the beast as I was shielded from its wrath by their defensive aura.

The Day I Heard Dogs Walk

I am looking at my building in Poland and I am about five or six. I just came back from mushroom picking and there is a commotion in the neighbourhood, someone was hurt. Lots of grown up people talking in hushed voices avoiding all the children. I walk from the sandbox (bordered with tree stumps) towards one of the building entrances and notices a large wet spot on the pavement. I didn't recognize what it was, but it intrigued me nevertheless, and continued through the door. I saw little drops of blood on the stairs, so I followed them up, looking up at the looping stairwell with all my heart I hoped it wasn't coming from my house. I walked up to my door, and followed the drops of blood up to the next floor. I went upstairs and then I remember talking to my mom about our neighbour from upstairs hitting her head really badly and that she was taken to the hospital, I knew my dad worked there so I thought it would be okay. I remember going back downstairs and touching the blood on the pavement outside and feeling something that I had never felt before. It was the feeling of vulnerability, there were certain things that we could not be protected from, no matter how hard our parents tried. Then for the first time, feeling the blood between my index finger and thumb of my right hand, I heard the sound of a dog. I turned around and there it was, making a noise I had never heard before. The first time I heard their paws hitting the pavement changed my outlook on life, and I knew I could never go back to not hearing it.

Water, The Book Killer!

I am in my bathroom, I think brushing my teeth or something like that, and I see myself in the mirror sporting my old long hair, it's almost down to my chin (and it looks bomb). I am then shaving and look at the bathtub filled with water. A book is on the little bathtub ledge and just as I turned to look at the scene, the book started shifting in the direction of the water. As it was my text book for Asian History, I didn't want the book to be ruined. Despite all my effort at moving across the bathroom and desperately grasping for it, I failed to reach it on time. I saw it drop like a stone to the bottom. I picked it up after not even a second but it was too late, the book was soaked. I put it on the counter and used a towel to dry the cover at least, trying to do some good in a horrible situation. As I was wiping the cover, the paper completely gave way and ripped as soon as I applied the smallest amount of pressure. I lost the cover, and the ink of the book, page by page begain melting into one black blotch and mud began oozing out of the book onto the cold tiled floor. The mud felt grainy under my feet. The book was ruined, and I couldn't study for class. I didn't know that the loss of one book would have such a great effect on me, but I at once became greatly depressed and couldn't finish my dinner. I didn't want to go to the store and tell them I ruined the book.

You're always somebody's kid...

I just turned nineteen, and I believe I am an adult. My friends and I, a guy and a girl, are walking through a complex of townhouses in winter. It is windy after a snow fall, and dunes are starting to take shape. It is late into the night and the party goers are still going strong. Feeling excellent after a nite of partying we passed a man shovelling snow in the middle of the night, and thus offered to help. We started shovelling with him and once we were finished the man invited us inside. He offered us drinks and the next thing I know is that I'm witnessing my friends getting tortured with blades and pressure to the forearms. I ran as fast as I could out of the house, through the maze of random houses (while in my head I have a clear map of where I am, and my destination), and make a sharp right and see the familiar sight of my Christmas tree in front of my house. I don't know how my house got here, but the floor plan is the same as the apartment we used to live at in Mississauga. I ripped the door open and ran to my parents room. My father was on the bed talking on the phone. I fell to my knees next to the bed, and just gripped him as tight as I could, and started heaving and couldn't open my eyes, could not breathe, could not stop tightening up. I heard my dad stop his converstaion, quickly excuse the person on the line, and hang up the phone. I looked up and was scared stiff, all I knew was that it was now over. I woke up heaving and clenchin my covers. I was exhausted from fear yet I could not sleep.

Why would they burn it all?

Sometimes I wonder how much what we read can affect our dreams.

What should I do? I'm in front of this burning house, actually rows of burning houses, and people are looting things left right and center, so I double check to make sure I still have my wallet. People are scrambling to get their things out and I am watching as people are getting robbed. I realize I'm in Moscow, and something is hitting the fan, the city is burning, and I'm still waiting for Napoleon. I feel completely out of place, I think I stand out like a sore thumb in the crowd. The people that should be keeping peace are creating chaos, purposely, while the subjects are docile and can't seem to grasp the language barrier. I know every language, and feel pretty good about it. Yet I don't utilize my skills and help out. I am being pulled by a great big horse that has this oldschool yoke on made of dark redwood (for some reason I remember it as a yoke from the Old Testament, yeah, REALLY OLD). I know that I am taken to a big function, but I am not sure of how it will turn out. Somehow i realize that this is all deja vu and that I have been there before, but I look in my passport, and I don't even have a single Russian stamp! I am bewildered and scream at my captor, the horse does not respond. I am stopped at a border patrol and they don't believe I am being taken against my wishes, they seem to communicate with the horse. I am dragged now past the gates, and the guard gives me a rum and coke with a lime. I look back and in mere seconds I'm miles from the city, and there is a great light coming from the city. The sky is lit from the city's glow and all I feel is gloom, sadness and regret. I can not stop smelling earl grey tea and thinking of her.

Somewhere Between Nervous and Curious

I know in the back of my mind that this place is familiar to me, but I cannot recall with precision where it is that I am. I am lying on my back, and cannot move my arms or legs, they seem to be frozen, or super glued to the plastic surface of the desk/table. My neck will not move left or right and all I can do is strain my eyes by trying to see anything that would trigger my memory to relieve me of this mystery. The room is dark, and dripping wet. Water is dripping from the ceiling, cupboards, and tables but not on me. I am alone in the room but i can hear Cebo talking to someone in a computer language (something like the martians from Tim Burton's Mars Attacks, but less annoying, maybe a little more like George Lukas' R2D2). I have no idea how I understand him, but I know he is saying something about computers and someone close by having a company that sells them. Then all i heard was lots of moving tables around and then someone interrogating me about my sinus'. I didn't know what they were saying expect they repeated sinus, why is your throat sore and why is your nose running? I could only muster up the strenth and courage to mumble something at the armed guards dressed in suits. I blink and they are gone and Cebo tells me I just woke up from far away place. That he doesn't think it's good to go home and that we have to get "back to the family, a radical emergency". Part of me understood everything he was saying, but a different part of me did not know how to locate that part of my brain and digest what was being encoded. I could not retrieve the information even though I had just heard it seconds before. This thought tortured me until we went to Cebo's house and got my school bag I forgot the night before. There was a ship coming, you could hear it from far away.

Jumpin' like it's nothing...

Me and my cousin Rob are picking and trimming in the scorching paved utopia they call Mississauga. Although it's unbearably hot, we seem to work at an unbelievable pace, holding the bin and picker in one hand, and the trimmer in the other. My reach, similar to my cousins, is five to ten meters, so walking down the middle of the strip of grass I'm cleaning and trimming both sides of the street at the same time. I am able to do the work oof two men, all at a walking pace. I am not even breaking a sweat and wondering when we will have a break. I decided we had worked far enough and signaled mentally for breaktime, my cousin in one leap jumped to my side of Mavis Road, threw his gear into the back of the truck and slipped inside. Suddenly we are on the BK plaza and the bank is closed. For some reason this dilema barred any chance of doing any further labour for the day, so we called it one and drove home. All evening we practiced songs to sing at work. The next morning we got up and drove to work in the company truck and changed our bad pickers with other people's good ones.

I want to fly again!

I am six or seven, with the mentality of an adult, playing hide and seek. I'm standing on the playground of my childhood (Sydowa), and looking for a place to hide. I am certain not to be out done by my siblings and friends, so I ran for the huge stage to hide under. Getting there, I found it full of children already hiding, I wasn't aware that hundreds of kids were playing with us, they were cramped in there like sardines. I decided to go into the broadcasting tower and found it filled to the same capacity. I climb the top of the booth, like three stories, and jump to the top of the roof covering the stage area, a jump of maybe three meters up and another three away. I lay down as low as possible and watched my brother find everyone and start looking for me. He was climbing trees and jumping from one to the other, while I took a little power nap. Waking up refreshed and ready for another jump, I "Superman'ed it" all the way to the safe spot while everyone watched and cheered. I felt like a mix of Harry Potter when he won the First Quidditch Tournament and Colt when he said "I'm not showing off, I'm playing basketball" in the Epic 3 Ninjas (1992), starring Victor Wong as Grandpa Mori Tanaka. The great feeling of accomplishment without overdoing it. Showing maximum skill with ease. Somehow the group of kids was back down to about twenty, and we all went to get ice cream out of a machine and look for free sunflowers.

Frustration at being ignored?...

"Due to some violent content, reader discretion is advised."

The following article does not in any way depict the feelings, thoughts or actions of this individual. As it is a written statement of a subconscious event, it cannot be controled.

The names of the people in this dream have been changed to protect the innocent.

I was early for work, and i wanted to speak to my boss about scheduling for the next week. My boss (we will call him T-Boss) was in the walk-in cooler and busy doing orders or something. I walked into the cooler without changing into my uniform and started talking to him about my dilemma. I politely asked him to change my schedule although I knew he had just finished making one. T-Boss brushed me off and turned his back to my pleading. That really angered me and I was not going to be ignored. I found in my jacket a silenced pistol and pulled it out the second he turned to face me. I asked T-Boss again for change, and he laughed. I put two in his belly and he fell into the tomatoes. I ran out of the cooler while still aiming at the back of his head and gave one to the back of the skull. I ran out of the kitchen with tears in my eyes, scared stiff of what I had done. I was leaving the restaurant just as a stir of noise was coming from behind me. I quickened my pace and started running for the door outside. In the dish pit one of my co-workers (we'll call him J-Worker) called out asking what was wrong. I started running from him, he chased me. All I could think of was how am I going to continue going to school if I have to go to court and jail? How am I going to juggle jail, work, AND school. Looking back i saw J-Worker no longer behind chasing me, but infront of me being chased by me! He was running from something, so I just started shooting wildly at him and the last bullet in the clip got him in the back and down he went. I woke up with a soaked pillow, chest heaving, crying like a baby.

Cold Sweat

I wake up in a big white room, there is nothing there, but a floating bed. I get off it and it's gone. I am not surprised, knowing that Rob and I are going to solve the case today. It is a secret case and even i can't think about it too much or someone will find out. I appear outside the room and the hall is filled with rolling spheres, the hall way is so long i don't see us reaching the end anytime soon. Walking down the hallway i remember that it's undercover and that things can get ugly. We both stop and send an email to friends and think of family. We are spying to try to break a secret kept for years, and it's something we have both worked hard for. We both wore our favourite sweater, a hoodie, and a zip up, both navy. But I don't know who I work for, where I am, where I'm going, or where I've been. All I know is that Robert and I will get a HUGE commission for this. This may be a big cat. I don't know how we reached the door so fast, but we're here, the time has come. All I feel is cold sweat in the palms of my hands and on my bare feet.

Not a Dream... but a Passion

Brothers
It doesn't matter how long you have to travel to see each other, how many years are between you, or the time between your last meeting. There are some things that can only be understood through the silence of two brothers walking on the beach. With the refreshing tides swept over our feet, the ocean speaks to us, for us. It is through this endless communication through unspoken words that we fully understand the strands that keep us together. These are the moments I crave and look forward to every holiday.

The Franchise

My best friend and I are running from the Nazi's in two feet deep snow, it's hard and tiring, you can see your breath. We've been running for a long time as i'm hungry and exhausted. Going along rail tracks we notice a train that has stopped, looks abandoned. Me and my friend hide in one of the cars and try to stay warm, but in seconds we hear things. It's the Nazi's and their army. i see them between the wood walls. We climb on the roof and lie down as flat as possible. We eat our sandwiches and play cards in silence. I hear crunching and i close my eyes. I smell dogs, and then hear barking and german yelling then someone screaming at me. I look up and it's a german soldier with his gun pointed at me and my friend, but my friend is gone and dissapeared. I think they took him for a walk, i look up at the soldier and he is my friend from a restaurant i used to work at back in mississauga (his nickname was The Franchise). He cocks his gun and laughs, taking me for a walk. I closed my eyes and began to sink into the darkness, it's like water you can't swim in.

May 08/2004 - Commandos Suck

I am with some crazy commando (face painted and all), in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the mid east. It is total war and a huge snow blizzard. My commando runs away and i can't lift my feet. We seperate, and I'm left alone. I jump out of the car and dive into a ditch, scared that "they" will find me. The second car passes and sees me. The enemy took me to their village. They took my things, but did not harm me. They were poor. I ask them if it's like this everywehre, they said everywhere but that place and point to my left. They took my pepperoni and hot pepper pizza. They seemed to enjoy it and I took the last slice, and befriended a young guy my age by giving him my last slice. I don't fear him, but where is my commando? and where is the snow?

Hello my fellow Magistrates and Noblemen,

My name is Rafal and I'm currently studying in school as well as working. Although that sounds like a lot, it isn't... That is why I have taken the time to invest some of it (because I have SO much of it) into this little experiment. I want to see what if anything comes from writing out your dreams, thinking about them, and then interpreting them.

You may be wondering why I would write about dreams, and I'll tell you. One of my friends back home in Mississauga used to do this and he said he had a lot of fun doing it. It took some patience as well as fighting the temptations of laziness (as I had to write the dreams down as soon as I woke up in fear of totally forgetting them). I was just wondering about what other people dream about, and if it is as messed up as my dreams are. Still wondering... enjoy