Take Me Back to Dreamworld_Paranoid Dr. Freud_Cleaning house_This is Where the Story Begins
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Take Me Back to Dreamworld
She couldn’t decide if she should wear the red ones or the pink and silver pair. She lifted them both from her shoe rack and placed them side by side on the floor. Then rushing into the closet or ‘spare room’ as her friends called it, took the dress she was thinking of wearing down off the hanger and laid it on the bed above the shoes. After looking from the dress to the shoes a couple of times she declared aloud “No none of those – and definitely not that dress!”. Hewww.onedoor.ccr closet was enormous with deep shelves, drawers and hangers full of clothes, shoes, handbags, jewellery and so much more. A lot...
Paranoid Dr. Freud
We’ve been following you for some time, Dr. Freud. Where did you come from? I just told you. No. I mean, are you a figment of my imagination, or are you real? I believe you should be asking yourself this question. Are you, or are you not, the expert here? I suppose I am, but since you showed up, I’m no longer sure. You’ll have to come with us, I’m afraid. And where, might I ask, are you planning on taking me? I’ll give you one guess. The asylum? You see, I told you, you were the expert. What if I refuse? You know what happens to people who refuse, do you not? I suppose I do. Then will you com...
Cleaning house
This mind is a mess. I’ve lived in many of these kinds of dumps, fixing them up and moving on. I know that I’m supposed to be a professional, but there is a lot to do to get this place cleaned up. It’s like no-one ever did any kind of housekeeping to speak of, never cleared anything out, never threw anything away, never so much as picked up a pair of rubber gloves or a scrub brush. This place has needed attention for ages. It looks like that show, Hoarders - you’ve probably seen it: garbage is just piled on top of other garbage to the point where the whole place is on the verge of collapse and...
This is Where the Story Begins
Life is something taken rather than gifted in my country. It has stewed in violence and shrapnel for decades, the results evident in the once modern and well-maintained buildings that now crumble and shake at the foundation, full of the diseased and hungry crammed far too close together. The starkest reminder, however, is the massive graves littering the edges of our cities. What were once undisturbed forests now carry bleak meadows near their fringes, the small wooden posts sticking disorganized in the ground are the only indication of the mass grave beneath them.If it weren't for me, even th...