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Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 -0700http://www.ehenke.com/content.php?member=67&content=journal&pid=110Isn't vacation supposed to make you feel rested and ready to take on the world? Isn't it supposed to mellow you out, iron out the stress wrinkles... make you normal again? You'd think. Something is wrong and I don't know what it is. I don't know how to fix it. I've never felt such anxiety in my life. Like a ball of fire burning in my chest. Nervous, panicked. What the fuck? I feel like screaming until my lungs burn. I feel like running until my heart bursts. This isn't me! How the hell are you supposed to fix something if you don't know whats causing the problem!? There's something inside of me clawing to get out. Like a caged animal. How do I release this? I am better than this. I do not get stressed.http://www.ehenke.com/content.php?member=67&content=journal&pid=110
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Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 -0700http://www.ehenke.com/content.php?member=67&content=journal&pid=86Its been damn near a year since I posted anything here. But now I have to. About something that happened last weekend. It was wonderful and eerie all at the same time. First I have to ask: Have you ever dreamt something and then had it happen? A few days, a week, a month later? I'm not talking deja vu. This is a REM state dream that you remember when you wake. And then that scene plays out word for word... action for action. It used to happen to me all the time in middle school, but then stopped. It has happened a few times between then and now. But nothing like this. The Dream I'm sitting in a park. Its sunny. Hot. Unusually bright and I'm squinting through the sun. My friend is to my right and we're talking. About everything and nothing. And I look up into the blue sky and see the moon. Big, white, in mid day. And I think to myself, "Now you don't see that often. The moon, standing out much on such a bright day." The dream fades and I awaken. It is permanently burned on my subconcious. Not because of the moon, but because of the company I was keeping. The Day Through some unusual (yet fortunate) circumstances I find myself sitting on a dock off a lake side park with a friend. The same friend. We're talking about everything and nothing. Just... conversation. The sun is out and its hot. You would never have guessed the day was going to turn out like this because the morning was overcast and wet. My sunglasses are on because its so bright. I'm even squinting with them on. The conversation goes into a lull and we're just sitting there taking it all in. My friend (who at this point I've told none of this to) points just above the horizon and tells me to take a look. The moon stood out large and bright just as it had in my dream. Its at that point I was hit with the realization that my dream had just come to fruition. I was speechless at what just took place. In my mind I weighed whether or not to tell my friend my secret.. but before I could dohttp://www.ehenke.com/content.php?member=67&content=journal&pid=86
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Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 -0700http://www.ehenke.com/content.php?member=67&content=story&pid=113 Chapter 1 An Idea Ursal Frog hopped off his lily pad one bright and sunny day And said, "I'm swimming to that island, about eleven miles away". His friends got all excited; they were jumping up and down. "Come back you crazy frog, you'll hurt yourself. You'll sink. You'll drown." For everybody knows a frog can't swim more than a league. When last 'ol Morris tried we nearly lost him to fatigue. "Frogs were made for hopping up and down along the bank. If anyone had tried to swim, he surely must have sank. And besides, that island's haunted and it's trouble that you'll get". "How do we know?" said Ursal. "We have never been there yet". "Now friends, I know you're worried, and you think I've lost my mind. But perhaps this swim will elevate and benefit frogkind. For many generations, now, that island's been a lure. There's a secret on that island, and I've to know for sure. And besides I'm in the water now; there's no point in delay". And he headed for the island, about eleven miles away. Chapter 2 The Swim Now Ursal had the technique and he thought he had the knack. Of swimming for a while and then resting on his back. But the rests became more frequent and the strain began to show. As he calculated distance at about nine miles to go. But Ursal kept on swimming, and his heart felt no despair. For he had to find the answers on the island way out there. Then doubt and fear began to show and he began to think. "For pride and arrogance I'm doomed, and maybe now I'll sink". For, as they will, is muscles quit, the pain almost a shout. Six miles to go and Ursal knew that he had just run out. Chapter 3 Seeking He lay back in the water, for he couldn't swim a stroke. And raised his voice in wonder to another voice which spoke. "Can you help me?" Ursal asked, referrihttp://www.ehenke.com/content.php?member=67&content=story&pid=113