I was born under Scorpio among you mean bastards, the reasons may be many but the numbers speak for themselves, children born in winter are almost always sons of bitches or bastards, even if have a family.
childhood was the beginning of my journey from loser in all races of life, my bites her lip and looked embarrassed with the neighbors and my fellow game. The project to force them to become a couple through a conception has never been successful and they do not formed exception. Plus I was tall, thin, cross-eyed, just as their strategies.
started doing this recurring nightmare where I was hiding, while the world is your world, I hunted. I think I started after I saw the remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers , I remember that dog with a face like a human being for life (but then the movie was that? boh).
I know it's the usual cliché dick, the boy who wants to punish the parents and hides. But the motive is always revenge, I know the kids, believe me. The problem was that usually disappears when you seriously, then you pay the consequences. In dreams, anything goes, my system so it was perfect. I loved the idea absurd
there, and not at the same time. Feeling of adrenaline having run away, to be tried of having to hide. At first, in my nightmares, I was not handy maps and strategies, so happened that from being taken by the pursuers, then I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and panicked, but strangely excited and smiling. My game was private and inauspicious start, while others dreamed of their first nude women, I began to explore the depths of a new world and obscure.
soon became good and my tricks to hide could be ingenious. In dreams, used or discovered impossible spaces between the walls, behind cabinets, in a pit lifts, find holes in trees. I could stand on top of a door frames or even on the same door open, with a parade of people down there, never see me. I devised a system, I hang on the outside railings of balconies, and when my pursuers came to fill the rooms of ' apartment where I was, rocking , I dropped onto the balcony below. Or wait for them hanging, then when issarmi all they had come out of the apartment.
This was my life as a child, suffering and inappropriate use of day, but happy and excited for what I reserved my nights of thriller.
My dream became a valve irreplaceable of compensation for my terrible days, I was so essential that if I finished a night, I continued in the next, as a dream in a gripping horror show. It was an escape in perpetual terror and excitement, the exaltation of the new ending that I had to invent. I went closer and closer to being taken from my pursuers, very close, until I smell it, to be with them, disguise them behind them, but without ever really had the power to get me. I repeated this dream
regularly and for a long time, until, years later, I stopped completely dreaming.
Recently I thought about that dream, she wanted him back. In my life today, every situation I close, I engage. Trying to solve is an exhausting and endless work, life in fact. So I thought I could escape back to the dream, but pondering things from elderly man, I tried to move the camera, I saw it for the first time my dream from the perspective of those chasing me. I have watched a multitude of children hidden in the dark of night Christmas, filled with happy terror, caused by the feeling that I can discover, can defeat my power.
from an early age, so trying to get rid of magical aura of mystery around the figures who bring gifts and redemption. Why are we, who have the power to make them happy or saddened or even punish them, we, the smaller of a pagan substitutes the true God.
Perhaps because of this fear that transforms from hunted to trackers? Thus, almost unconsciously , as they do only children. The exact moment in which Sylvester and Tweety moving stealthily backward, colliding and they are frightened, forgetful of their roles, both are lost in the maze for a fleeting moment unfathomable primordial instinct. The terror is and will always be the purest of the distilled spirits of the soul. I've wanted to, I longed for and even without realizing it, like a pan and eternal child, in my dreams, I was a Tweety with awareness of the power to terrorize , because the fear was the only weapon of the little creatures. It 's so that I began, on Christmas night I was inside the chimneys or roofs to wait for that slept with my red bag, and you were all waiting and then in the feverish search for me.
But finally, and only now I understand, I was the horror of flesh and blood,
... and I will not be true.
Goodbye.
