The Act of Putting Your Dreams to Sleep.

It's cold... damn cold.

I mean the kind of cold that makes you wonder if the sun is real, or just a remedial readers idea of a ufo, or even a mirage in the distance to distract you from being colder.

Whatever the position you stand on the subject of sun and the like will be whittled down to one thing.

That thing is going to come as a shock to you. For centuries, this has ravaged our families and stolen our money. Compromised everything we believe in. What's more it's made us believe in disbelief.

I know the whole spiel of an open mind, and let me tell you.

An open mind is not a one way street.

So we are here to destroy it once and for all. Join me. My name is Major. And this is how to kill your dreams and save yourself.

Enjoy.


So in actuality it's not cold at all. It's stupid foggy though. But I decided to start with something everyone can identify with. I can't say, "It's a freaking Scottish moor outside!" Few people would know what I'm talking about. But regardless my story is the same.

By the way that thing that I was talking about, is your pride. And it's going to fall.