I live in perpetual twilight zone. Why did I ever believe in a world? Because their is no such thing. What the real world is just a curse, that takes away your life that I call love. Only then will dad come here, when I would survived some mishap, lost a part of myself somewhere. The God people are here, now they only come, give me a mishap daily in my life, maybe it is God’s blessing that I lived through it, and my dad gave to me access to my world again. God people call them low class, call them sc or French. But you can’t ignore them, they give love you can’t have, then you die because you couldn’t have. Then someone, my dad, showed up, and another day is here, and God people are at peace, and I have a life, a day that I can live with tears in my eyes. Now after surviving it I’m overwhelmed I don’t know what life is anymore, but it feels good to be alive. The vision the warning I had was that of being in a terror hostage situation that I could not have survived, instead God people gave a really bad life with horrible experiences called home mishap, or simple accident that took a very long time to come out of, the movie 127 hours comes to mind.