Dear Xanga,
   It's not you, it's me.

Sincerely,
You can still bring me flowers at soulforchickensoup.blogspot.com

I'll still be around

I had this dream when I was ten years old. It took place during a Roman time... around the time of Christ. There was a stadium and a platform with 3 crosses. The soldiers were on the platform talking about something that I was absolutely terrified about. The soldier addressed the crowd of about 3000 people, where me and my baby brother were a part of. I remember looking at my feet and seeing Roman sandals and I remember holding my brother's hands. He was three years old at the time. All of a sudden the guard points a finger at us in the crowd. At first, I didnt know he was pointing at me until people around me started to disperse and repel from us. The guards came to us and forcefully dragged us to the front of the platform where they made me watch as they crucified my three year old brother. The first nail went into his right wrist, the second nail went into his left wrist and as they drove the thickest nail into both of his feet I woke up. (Take into consideration that I heard him screaming and slowly dying... I didn't want to go into detail, but I did wake up crying and I've never forgotten that dream. It was so clear and vivid and I feel like I need to get it deciphered. Calling all dream inerpreters!)

I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter The Uninvited Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can earn free credits too! Brought to you by The Uninvited - In Theaters January 30th.

I eat, sleep, and think.