We live in our minds, we strive for the idealistic world we have created. Where everything is perfect, everything is how we want it. Our ideas, our world's. We created our soul world's, everything from start to finish. Where we wish we were when things got tough, when things are to much. The escape. With your permission I will take you on a journey, of heart ache and pain. Full of Laughter, of horror, of the strange, of the unknown. Do I have your permission?