Howard and some others came up with a scheme to get people to draw more by threatening them somehow. Maybe it was effective. It got me interacting again. Dad took and destroyed my possessions. I had nothing. I was no one. I clutched my head and sat in the corner of the room in the fetal position while trying to think of something positive. Music I like. Developers like me. He approached to put his feet over my face then pick me up by the arms and restrain me. Woke up screaming. I don't think I've ever yelled that loud before because of a dream. Everyone is awake now. I want to cry.