I think that I spend too much time on this site, reading other Mibbian's stories and all. Those stories tend to inspire my dreams a bit, and in return, my dreams inspire me. Problem is...? I will be inspired and start a project to quench that inspiration, and then another idea will pop in my head that will get me even more inspired... only, on something else. This will happen to me repeatedly...

When I was in elementary school, I never really had a good friend, even though I was known to most of the other kids in my grade. You see, in kindergarten, I had a straight-forward, speak my mind attitude; if a classmate asked me if I liked their drawing and I didn't, I told them I didn't; if I wanted my mommy, I let my teacher know, even in the middle of a lesson; if I wanted to wear a too-fancy...

My dream last night as follows:Though I could not recall my surroundings clearly, I would have to describe my location as an indoor arena connected to a single story research facility; I was in the arena in this particular sequence of the dream. For some reason gone on unexplained, my dream last night began in a fright as I was convinced that my older brother, Jason had somehow died. I could not...