Dream become reality In my dreams I’m being chased by Demon Creatures, Bad Philosophies, and Disastrous Teachers. They appear with unusual pace, some with no face and some with old face but new name. In my dreams they are spooky; they popup everywhere like the servant in Mr. Deeds the movie. They haunt me, they taunt me but my dear mother warns me. Even before they put me in a corner, kick me up when I’m down; talk behind my back and spit on my grave. I rise up with an extraordinary strength beat them to small like dust before wind and cast them out like dirt in the street just like David wrote eighteen. In my dreams I’m living Chapter twenty four of Proverbs verse sixteen. I’m immortal; I can’t die. No matter how extreme the circumstances I survive.