My story is one that depicts me searching for a way to avoid a tremendous decision that will change my life. In a dreamlike state I seek escape from what seems like an awful fate. My fate appears to me in the form of a pursuer who seems dangerous and bizarre to me. I find myself in a setting of peaceful, non-stress-inducing people, who enjoy a simpler life that gives them contentment and ease. I want to stay there. All the characters and characteristics of my story are manifestations of my own self-analysis. I am a crying baby, wanting to be changed, but helpless. I am the stalking apparition that is both a terrifying aggressor and a possible savior, hoping to rescue a person who should be powerful, but seems like a weakling. My solution to escape goes from the disorientation of an unknown environment, to the simple act of opening a pantry door to affect an exit. Even when faced with the ultimate end, confronting the relentless stalker, I manage to convert him into a redeemer. I now realize that my fears are entirely a fiction that my subconscious created, and that I must now view as the working-through of my anxiety and trepidation of a future I perceive myself unprepared to enter. I know, however, that I have the fortitude to prevail, like a royal heir from a lineage of glory, and the trust and support of friends, who respect and love me, like a realm of true believers.