The Life of a Dreamer

Chapter 5

This inspired my faith in God, well it at least kept me believing.

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My parents would always fight and argue, but this memory romanticized it all.

We had been driving for a long time, it was very dark and me and Pam, my sister passed out in the back seat of the car when suddenly my mom wakes us up, "Kids, wake up! It's Jesus." Me and my sister woke up, and we crawled in the front seat with my mom and my dad. In front of us was a cloud, not fog, but a cloud of light. It was so close, and on the cloud was a shadow, this was a shadow of a man.

The shadow then put on an amusing show for the children, making hand puppets with his fist, and palms. I only wish I could remember exactly what they were.

That cloud had vanished, it almost just shot up into the sky. We got out of the car, and walked into the house, I kept looking up at the night sky as we walked to the house, I then fell back to sleep.

Aside from that, I remember my parents always fighting, I remember my mom saying, "Go! Kill yourself!" I remember this because, an image of a Jack-o-Lantern would pop up in my mind every time she said that. As my mom would try to drive away, my dad, a mechanic would say, "Wait, the car won't start let me fix it." My mom would let him, and he would disable the car so my mom could not leave. My mom made a threat to walk with us to her mothers house.

A lot going through my mind was, "Don't let daddy become an X."

One time when they we fighting, I was left alone, five years old and by myself, my dad told me to wait, and he would bring me an Ice Cream. I waited, and he came back with the Ice Cream.

Who remembers that day of September 11, 2001, 9/11. I remember that day even though I was like 4 years old, I was having Dejavu, we were staying with my aunt and I remember feeling like I've seen the news cast before, and hearing the words, "The planes crashed into the Twin Towers" before, I felt like I had live that whole day twice, but as a little kid I had a lot of Dejavu.

One time at school, and this chapter is a total jump around, I was feeling sick, and I fell asleep on the sidewalk, when I woke up the first or second graders took me back to my class the next day I threw up on my teacher, I was sitting in the front row.

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At least my life is more interesting now.