The Life of Syren Franco

Sometimes, a parent is disappointed in their kid .  It's not that they don't love them, because the feeling of love is indeed there... but disappointment, perhaps fear:  "Did I as a parent miss something?  Could I have, should I have done anything different?  Is it me who's to blame?"The parent takes those thoughts out on the child manifesting them as disappointment... but they deny it because how horrible is it to be disappointed in their child?The truth is, more likely than not,  that kid is dissapointed in their parent.  The parent turns to other outlets to deal with this, and they never think to develop a true relationship with the child.  They do not understand that we all speak a different love language. We all speak one of 5 love languages , and sometimes a blend of a variation of those.  Acts of Service, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Gifts.  All these are valid and cannot be taught necessarily, thou...

In this dream, I was first at some sort of amusement park with Robert, my siblings and even the dogs.  There was a beach nearby and the parks were themed after iconic comic book characters.  When it became time to leave, Robert and I had to strap into something that looked more like a ride, but apparently it was an airplane. The seating was not in aisles, but instead seemingly in a pentagonal shape sections made of three rows consisting of about 4 or five seats each row and set up in stadium style so that the back row was elevated.  I was sitting in front of a baby seat and was trying to store my camera bag beneath my own seat with access to the camera. We were taking off and soon after we did we were landing again and on a road headed somewhere we did not plan.  I turned to Robert and said, "See?!  This is what happened before, this is what I was talking about!"The plane or craft was parked in some sort of terminal and the people deboarded.  I took...

I remember when I was little, I used to hear people say if you die in your dreams you die in real life; but I knew that was false.  I knew because many times, I would hit the bottom of a cliff and get up and fly away.  I would dream of atomic bombs and perishing in a blast, or being swallowed by tidal waves etc.  But I am still here.  I wouldn't even wake up from the dreams they would just change scenery or theme. My dream world is a very interesting place and it's truly a surreal place where sometimes I forget that absurdity is not reality. Luckily I never confuse it for the waking world I live in. Last night I had a very interesting dream...  I can see where some of my thoughts lead me, and others I wonder what triggered it.  While my dream is actually very long this time, I wish to share only two pieces...  A piece in the middle and one in the end, before I woke... Part one. Robert and I had to go to court for some reason.  We we...