My dream last night:

It was my birthday. I was walking through a hall, my ex appeared. I instantly recognized that horrid fear that his silhouette shot through my arteries...My blood seared through me like silver, as I ran at him. No fear. He had large stones he was throwing at my head, could have killed me, but they went whizzing by my ears as I dodged without a flinch. I knocked him back with a kick from my soul, he cowered in fear and begged me not to hurt him. I took my foot and slammed it into his neck, and pushed.
Never again mother-fuckers. Feels good to dream for the first time and NOT be the one under the blood of a BOOT!

This dream goes out to all you assholes, who have tried to kill me; with your boots, your guns, and your hands. Guess what? I AM ALIVE.

"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant." - Isoroku Yamamoto