Lately I have been thinking alot about a dream I had when I was about, six. I did not have this dream only once, but many times. I'm not even sure if it could be classified as a dream wrather than an experience. Well it has been the hardest thing I have ever had to explain, and I am going to attempt to describe it to you.

I used to think I was insane. What people described to me as strange dreams were completely sane compared to this "experience" I would have. During this "experience" I would see shapes, and patterns of different intensitys, thicknesses and colors. Wrather than seeing these things, I would experience them. The shapes would go from extreamely, extreamely thin, they would sort of get inside of me and you could experience the shapes, then would quickly go to very, very thick. The feeling was so intense it wase hard to bare. I would feel like my world was coming to an end it was so intense, I would feel like I was going insane, like my body was colapsing. Definitely nothing that would come int