A Dream : A Short Story

Chapter:The Dream Most stories begin with, Once upon a time or maybe even Once there was. Though this story isn't like most stories. Mostly because ordinary stories have a happy ending. I'm sorry to say, this one doesn't. In this story the bad people win, the villains rule, the world is being corrupted. Anyway so i suppose every story has to have a beginning so I guess here goes nothing. My names Hope Sawyer. My names hope cause i almost died of cancer. Like all people with cancer, I have a chance

The dream is always the same. I’m always running through a thick misty forest with howling winds, suffocating myself with the feeling of being lost. Still wondering, searching, seeking for a way out, but never seeming to achieve the escape from my inner self. Waking up in torment with the feeling of being lost swirling in my stomach. When will it end? Will I ever have a pleasant dream again? Will it always be the same repetitive dream that I cannot escape from? All these questions rush through my

It was a cold November night, I did not sleep very soundly. I tossed and turned in bed throughout the entire night. I’ve had plenty of dreams before but this one struck out. I informed my mom about the dream where everything was falling apart, little knowing the dream had apparently been sent to warn me about the day I was about to face. It was morning time and the sky was clear, clear light blue painted through the horizon. There are days in life when everything goes wrong and it seemed like today

In Los Angeles, at Los Angeles High School, Nate grew up loving to sing. Him singing would always make the whole house smile before his mother left. Nate’s father had a big gambling problem which was his mother left. His father’s gambling was starting to become a problem and the only thing that would keep him smiling was singing. Which was the only thing that kept him going everyday. One day Nate said “I need to go to Hollywood” “But why?” said his best friend Jake “Cause I need to go

from the ceiling, and the plane began to nose dive. Jacks heart filled with fear as he heard screaming. He could hear metal cracking right before he blacked out. Jack woke up, thinking it was only a nightmare, but quickly realized this was not a dream. He looks around and realized that his plane had crashed in to the mountains of Colorado. It was cold and dark and Jack started freaking out. He wondered if he would ever see his family again. Jack unbuckled his seat belt and found a

The dream started like it always did; A black feather lying on the snow covered ground. I sighed and started walking. I didn't need to glance down to know if I was taking the right path anymore. I'd walked this path so many times I could follow the trail of feathers with my eyes closed. I reached the outcropping of rocks to where the crow sat on top of boulder, watching me. As soon as I got close enough, it jerked its head to the side as if to say "that way" and launched into the air, heading west

because of a disturbing dream. Regina was having recurring nightmares about her deceased sister, Zelena, coming back from the dead to steal her daughters. In the dream, Zelena would snatch the baby girls out of Regina’s arms and disappear in cloud of green smoke! “What’s wrong, my love”? Rumple asked concerned for a visibly shaken Regina “Zelena”! Regina sobbed “What about that witch”? Rumple inquired, “She’s dead and gone” He assured Regina “I keep having these awful dreams about her” Regina explained

Everyone has their own interpretation of the “American Dream”but no one can truly defend it unless they have experienced, Base on the three short stories “America and I” by Anzia Yezierska, “Among the poor girls” by Wirt Sike, and “Eyewitness at the triangle” by William Shepard. But what is an “American Dream” it could mean anything, the general definition is an imagery or a dream for U.S citizen should have an equal right or opportunities to achieve great success and prosperity. It just doesn't

Dreams can make that empty feeling in someone’s to be filled with satisfaction, even when not real. But, these gifts of ultimate pleasure and fulfilling needs can take a very dark turn, bringing all of someone’s deepest fears and secrets out like a bottle that has tipped over. You can see the thing you’re most afraid of chase you through the shadows or something you’ve been hiding all your life popping out in the middle of a perfect dream, destroying it completely and filling you with so much guilt

Dream journal summary I have to say, keeping a dream journal has been the toughest and most frustrating assignment that I have ever experienced. From what dreams I did manage to remember I would say that dreams, my dreams, are normally on the verge of a nightmare. I had the most impossible time remembering my dreams over these past ten weeks, which is clear in my very few journal entries. Trying to remember my dreams led me to an internet “goose chase”, to say the least. Most of the tips that I