The room is hot and the emotion is filling every corner of the room. I won't. Why not? For gods sake. Why should have to explain each and every detail to you? Because I ask? What do you ask? You ask for knowledge? Noooo. You ask to learn more about me? Nooooo. Not that either. …
I have a dream
I had this dream...and it was me and a musician. Usually I am not me in my dreams and the musician wasn't familiar. I knew everyone else in my dream. To Jung this would mean that they were not really people I know only that those people represent something to me. To Freud it would …
Dixie's Road Trip 