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More Fictional Dreams

Troubled ways have led me deep, and in their wake fragile memories creep, losing me inside, locking me inside, killing me inside...

Now snow falls behind my eyes and I am blinded to the face before me, the voices in my mind and the knives so very close to my bleeding, beating heart...

Trampled down--blood covered mud soaks my face--cheers and screams fill the morning streets--I am asleep amidst the crowd unsure and unafraid of my fate--wake, wake from this moment's dreaming.

We find our dreams staring back at us, in that void of longing, that crevace of desire that we call hope. In this space we find peace and a place for our lonely souls to rest.

The water tickled slowly into the container, but Jerry had been bound for seven hours now and the water level reached to his throat. It would only be a matter of time until the container became his coffin. He regretted ever meeting her...she had only brought him grief and now he was in danger for his very life. He began to think back to how this nightmare had begun, but ultimately he knew this was all his fault.

Words from around the world:

“Every Muslim dreams of being a shahid (martyr) for Islam,” he said. “Everybody dreams of this, even a Christian would like to die for their religion.”
-22-year-old Abdullah Khadr, Canadian.