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11. How do you usually sleep?

What kind of question is that? Well uh… in a bed. Oh you mean HOW I sleep. Well, I toss and turn. Sometimes I have good dreams, sometimes I have nightmares. It all depends on my day.


12. Describe your most memorable dream.

Well okay, but it’s long…((I actually wrote this back in english class xD))

A pale moon hung in a velvet sky over a never-ending ocean. A dot of white rocked back in forth, standing out from the deep blues of the water; a row boat. Inside, sound asleep, lay a boy no more than 13 maybe in years. He rested peacefully as the gentle waves splashed against the wooden walls of his personal sanctuary. As the hours passed he began to stir. Eyes fluttering open, he stared in wonder as a sea of butterflies passed overhead. "Where am I?" he whispered, sitting upright. His balance wavered as the boat moved beneath his weight. After realizing his predicament, he sat still, letting the ocean guide his ride since it would appear it was moared to nothing. Despite this, he remained calm. Something about this place...

At the water's surface he watched the koi fish play. And in the distance, nearing slowly, was an island. Closer, and closer he got, his vision clearing; Glowing specks, like fireflies, became lanterns floating on the water. And a smudge of brown on the horizon became a dock. And it was as if the boat was floating there of its own accord. Rising slowly, careful so he wouldn't fall into the watery depths, the boy reached out for the dock, pulling himself up onto the hard wood. Everything was silent. Now he stood, taking in his surroundings once more.

Carved into the rocky cliff was a set of stairs moving up and around the island. Stepping, barefoot onto the sand, he could feel the grains shift between his toes. Each step he took brought him closer to the winding stair case, that went up and up and up. But climb, he did, ever so slowly. He ran his hands across the cracked earth, that made up the cliff walls. When he reached the top, he found himself even closer to the moon. He felt that if he really wanted to, he could reach out and touch it's icy, cold surface.

Down a dirt path, he trod. Along side him, meadows of blooming flowers, danced in the breeze. At it's end was a gate. Marching through it, bravely walking up another small set of stairs where his feet met a marble surface, he began to run. Stone columns encircled the space like a shrine. White flower petals fell like snow. It was a wonderland of beauty. But no longer did he care. Something was calling to him, calling his name. So he kept on going, jogging through this the world, all the way to the edge. Only then did he stop. Surrounded by a blinding white light, he gazed up.

The ceiling spun for a moment. He was awake. “What a weird dream……I guess my dreams are kind of trippy.”

13. What time of day do you like best?

Early morning with the birds chirping and the early dew.




14. If you had an actual spirit guide, what would it be, and why?

If I had a spirit guide, it would be a snow leopard because cats are graceful and wise. And he would be able to teach me all sorts of things. He would keep me warm and safe. He can be gentle and yet ferocious….and there is a beauty about ephemeral him.

15. What is the most important thing in the world?

True Love. I guess I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.

16. What lengths will you go to?

I will swim the deepest sea. Climb the highest mountain.

17. You have bested an enemy. What do you do with them?

If they are evil, probably kill them are hold them against there will until someone else finds something they can do with them. If it’s a friendly match, I shake their hand and with them well.

18. Something is funny. How do you react?

Well I laugh of course. And spread the good humor……hopefully it’s ‘good’ humor.

19. Describe your favorite meal?

Mmm a meal at Red Lobster. Savory garlic cheese biscuits and popcorn shrimp with melted Parmesan. And a side of those salty, delicious fries. Plus Barq’s rootbeer to wash it all down. It has to be Barq’s. No other brand will do. And all this wouldn’t be complete without dessert; vanilla ice cream with cookie dough chunks. Wow, I almost drool thinking about it.

20. How will you die?

Of old age hopefully.