Subscribe to my blog! Ay les filles lacher vos msn. Please enter the sequence of characters in the field below. La vie est injuste certe mais. Avec comme tous des hauts et des bas.

Meadows teaming with water in the rippling valleys. My damp feet, frozen blue,. I submerged till waist in the mixen and mud. While I planted saps of paddy. In those weary moments of life, I immersed in my reverie. The reverie of utopia,. And often voiced my inabilities to my aged father,. I can do this no more. The sun had set and the dusk had fallen.

Nightmares are dreams too? Are nightmares dreams, but with a evil twist? My predictions is that they are dreams. My nightmares always start out sweet then the longer my dream gets the more scary it gets. The scarcest dream I ever had was two years ago and it started out like this. First i was in my house sleeping.