A Time of Life to Remember

About the Book

Diary of Dreams was written during a long depression; the ideas had been scripted from the provoking dreams after many consecutive seizures. It includes many dazzling incredible tales of passion which are filled with mystery, murder-and romance that you won't ever forget. The progression originates from Vicky's fantastic dreams to her therapist, Dr. Vermette, and then those extraordinary dreams seems becoming wildly the expressing emotions inside her mind in the deceitful love story between Darla and Richard, the bloody obsession of Cindy and her blued eyes professor and another comes after another implausible tale like disastrous mother-daughter tale ever told in the history of murder. And end with the children who witness and suffer through wars.

About the Author

I was born into this world in a very rarely occasion. What do I mean rare? The war always brought men and women passion-up together and then it separated them tragically in an erratic manner as well. To describe myself as an Asian-American, I was too big and tall for those Asian girls, but comparing to those western girls I was too skinny and small for those long legs and big boobs. I have no idea where I should fit in but thinking of finding my own outfit. Being alone with my outfit is lonely and tough in this society. Desert-Blue is a painful and dramatic icon which I pick up since I was raised in a tolerable and crisis family by my brainwashed mother in United States. While living with a desperate housewife mother and striking with a neurological disorder, I study Psychology and Business/Accounting in Sacramento to hope for a better future for myself. FEELING You tell me I don’t think. I have no sense of feeling. I only have a beautiful face. If I don’t think, How could I love you? If I don’t feel, How could I love you? Thinking makes me feel you. Cuz feeling and thinking are communicated. When I think, I can look into your eyes. When I feel, I can touch you. He was at my bedside in the darkness. I struggle with pain. The silent feeling is empty. What you think is what I am thinking. The moment I look into your eyes, All my pain and suffering are gone away. This feeling makes me crazily loving you. This is the only way I feel you. There is always hope and we must not give up. We are not losers and only losers give up hope because where is hope, there is life. We always have sadistic romance in us...