The Queen of Dreams
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BESIDES MY PLOT, MY CHARACTER, AND MY MIND (where did I put that gosh darn thing, anyway?)
Enter the Mind Of Me
They who fight too long against dragon becomes a dragon themself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you. I want to ask the abyss something, am I interesting to stare at.
Do I think about the oddest subjects or is everyone around me extremely normal?
Whatever, the blank page of my computer screen is irking so I shall write about my dreams, copy right or not (I'm an American novelist).
For you see I have been dreaming of Never Never-land, as in the stories recorded by a British girl by the name of Wendy Darling.
I have had these occurring dreams and fantasies, so vivid yet blurred they almost seem like memories.
I know that's impossible, I don't have memories before I showed up lying almost dead covered by snow, found by a child's dog.
I don't remember my life before that, I only dream about amazing adventures I know that are impossible.
But, isn't it also impossible that I haven't aged a minute since I got here, 9 years ago, when I was 14½?
Or that people have caught me floating in air, and I seem to be able to control time?
It is impossible that I know nothing but fictional stories, yet I know how to sword fight, captain a boat, and speak an overall dead Native American language?
Isn't that all impossible, unachievable?
Yet I have conquered those all and many more that lead me to only a few solutions.
1. I am enigma to the human species
2. I'm not human, or I am a mutant
3. I hallucinate
4. My dreams are memories and I am in fact from Never Never-land
5. I'm a fruit loop
Either way this is an interesting story
So enter if you dare the twisted life of me, Talbot Fairytale.
The love of both a man and a boy
The love of both the villain and the hero
The love of Never Never-Land
Enter into the mind of me: The Queen of Dreams