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world who have this condition where they remember every single second of their life for as long as
they live, or something to that extent.

Sometimes I wonder if that applies to their dreams as well, and sometimes I wonder how close I
am to getting to that level. It has also been said that every person subconsciously remembers every
single thing that happens in their lives, but the problem is sometimes we just can't access that
memory.

That's probably why every once in a while a dream seems like a faded memory when I try to think
about it, that's probably why I can't remember certain elements of the dream.

A little girl is walking down a school hallway and next to a locker she sees a book on the ground
titled "Hypnosis." According to the idea previously mentioned, this memory will stay with her for
the rest of her life, somewhere inside her brain I guess, but she won't necessarily remember it.

With my dreams, I've gone through so much memory therapy that I've learned how to remember
these experiences that I have.

When I was younger I started to recognize that the dreams I had were sometimes connected with
another dream I would have, so I asked a doctor if such a thing was normal. Do people usually
have dreams that seem as if they are trying to tell a story? He tells me that he doesn't know, that it's
not his field of expertise, but he also says that he wouldn't doubt that it could happen. Then he goes
on to ask me what my name is and if I feel depressed.

Chapter 18:
OEDIPUS ELECTRA

I'm walking home from the grocery store and down Chase street I see a crowd. Naturally my mind
begins to wonder what may have happened, and as the average human thinker would behave, I
assume something bad happened.

As I get closer and closer, the yellow police tape becomes more visible, and then finally someone
tells me that someone was murdered. Shot down. This city gets more than its fair share of
homicides, but I'm starting to believe that death will never get old. No matter how many times you
see a lifeless body, it makes you think.

I'm standing there looking at the man's face, at least they didn't mess with that. Then I start to think
of Joe, how even though Joe isn't dead like this man, they both look the same. Their faces are so
still. Expressionless, emotionless. Sometimes as a child when my mother would make my father
sleep in the living room, I would walk by and watch him as he slept, and it always scared me
because he looked so dead. In some dark twisted way, how he looked when he slept was exactly
how he looked at his funeral to me.

There was a time in my late teenage years where all I could do was think about death, but I think
we all go through that phase some point in our lives and it hits us hard because it's such a hard thing
to understand. What is death? The obsession with death ate away at my mind, and it wasn't because
I didn't know what happened after it, it was because I knew it would have to happen someday, and