I am on my own, living in a world of madness yet surrounded by a sanity others cannot see. Outside the window, the trees are vicious ghosts; they await the blood that is spilled so that then they may rejoice. What I do, how I do it, is bound by no law except my own morals and desires. It is a fact, not a cry in a dream. My dreams are upon me, the missing link found. And soon, all that was forgotten or buried will be found in a circle; in a circle of spears, knives, fire, and dreams. Who am I but The Dreamer herself. Beyond this, I do not yet know or understand. I am young, a baby comparatively, but I can feel the power that I could have. It is so sweet; I long for it. But it is not mine yet. Not until I discover the secret or else, myself unblock. Yes, for the pain it caused me, I shut it down and made an impenetrable 2 foot thick wall around it. And now, it is difficult to undo because into that wall I wove a condition. Never. Never again to feel, always to be cold and away from the warmth. How to fix it? I do not yet know but I will. There is too much that I have lost. I will again begin to play. I am The Dreamer.