I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

As I stared into the flame, I formed the doorway and recited these words. “Sara Barnes, eyes of the purest blue, I am truly hung up on you. And are you….”

“Yes” I heard sound off within my mind. I wrote, I opened my mind and spirit, We then shared a dance in dreams, her dreams. She loves me, Can she hold at bay, this fallen angels thoughts. I so hope, before my spirit runs black.

Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot that I had another power when I was young. I could meditate in front of a candle and enter your dreams. It wasn’t easy because it took a lot of concentration, but as you can see, when it worked it allowed me to, amongst other things, cut a rug with you. I don’t remember when I lost this ability, but it may have had something to do with my mom not letting me burn candles in the house anymore. I was burning so many there was a soot spot in the ceiling.