Feburary 22nd, 1991
I woke up feeling light as air. I had dreamed that I could fly and that my mother had taught me. I thought mabye god had done me the favor of letting me die hopeless in the streets, and joining my mother in heaven. The surprise was not plesant. A sudden pain shot through my arm, as I began to feel my whole body thrash in pain. I screamed. A white coated man with a blurry face injected a needle of some sort into my arm, then my leg, then my neck. I couldnt help but scream again the pain was so overwelming. One..... mabye..... two seconds passed and I was asleep again, but this time my dream wasnt an image of me flying or my mother telling me the way. It was blury images of what seemed like irelavent things from my past. There was a message, but I didnt understand.....
