Throughout the years I have dreamt about what happens after death, the birth of consciousness, what infinity really is and what actually scares people. In my experience, it's the things that we cannot control that truly put a grip in the knuckles we cannot escape. I see dreams as portals to another world. Maybe another place or dimension. Either way, its something that I don't like to have control off, and neither do I want to. Because I simply cannot. I allow it to take me to where it needs me to go and I follow. Just like a story that is being written on its own by a floating pen, gliding in grace, powered by emotion; I want it to stay like that. These stories are mostly inspired by my life's happenings and memories that I've carried through the years; and of course, with a hard sprinkle of imagination and dreams. I am writing this to you to hopefully inspire you one day to do the same and pile your own eccentric intrusive thoughts on a piece of paper or computer board, simply to tell the world what's going on in your head. It's a beautiful dark fairytale, what human kind behind the skin really is, and this is my side of the story of what life and imagination are about. In the end, we are all just dots in the universe that make it whole, why not color your dot and make it look cool, or give it a sound or anything to make you stand out. It's just a dot. So enjoy the stories, come up with your own endings, and keep on reading.

-J. A. Ledesma