In sixth grade, I moved back to my childhood home after my parents split up for a year and a half, and my Mother moved into the city of Amsterdam.

I had a four-part nightmare, and part three was me looking out the window, seeing the killer walking away through a swamp, that looked like this shot that I just took from cam, out my window.

That's the end of a bay, right now, the tide's out.

It's straight from my dreams. No one was murdered in any of the four parts, except for a little New York Yankee doll that I had growing up.
beachguy in thongs Reviewed by beachguy in thongs on . An image, straight from a four-part nightmare In sixth grade, I moved back to my childhood home after my parents split up for a year and a half, and my Mother moved into the city of Amsterdam. I had a four-part nightmare, and part three was me looking out the window, seeing the killer walking away through a swamp, that looked like this shot that I just took from cam, out my window. That's the end of a bay, right now, the tide's out. It's straight from my dreams. No one was murdered in any of the four parts, except for a little Rating: 5