Descriptive Essay About My Dream

Stepping backward, I watch as the woman in front of me begins to shake horribly, loud sobs wracking her thin frame. Beside her, her girlfriend squeezes her hand, a frown on her face.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

The sirens get closer causing me to sprint into the dark and spooky undergrowth. I make it a good distance from the road before my feet trip over nothing and I faceplant to the ground.

Pursing my lips, I jammed my keys in the ignition. The car purred to life, and swiftly I drove down the path. At least I should be grateful I was the first one out before the car pileup, I thought, in an attempt to think positively.

and we find ourselves in each other's arms. A smile fades on my teary face, "You can count on my

‘I love you two.’ Octavia blinked back the tears that were forming in her eyes.

“They already took his body and burned it. I didn’t even get to see him,” he says, staring off in the distance.

I slumped into the nearest chair. My chest ached, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the continuing fear of what I thought he was about to do to me or if it was from the anger I could feel rising from my belly. Anger that was threatening to turn to rage.

Let me first start off by asking you a question, do you have a dream you are satisfied with? Do you think your dream is good enough to make/keep you happy for the rest of your life in the future? Now remember those questions and keep your answer in mind as you read this. At the very end, did your answer change or stay the same? We shall see.

I sniffle and look towards the door. The door knob is twisting back and forth, but it isn’t opening thanks to my lock and the heavy chair I had put against the door. Chills run down my spine. I feel the goosebumps starting to gather up all over my body, and it feels like someone is sucking out all the happiness existing in this world. One thing is taking over me - fear.

As we reached the park festival, it was beautiful. There were thousands of shops. It was perfect weather. The rays of sunlight came through the gaps in crisp leaves. The young children were playing excitedly with the featherlike sand, flinging it rapidly at each other. The enchanting smell of the red rose flowers takes over the place. The rustling sound of the heavy wind as it escaped through dried leaves made it feel cold and hot at the same time. In the hurry and excitement of coming in the festival, we all didn’t eat much, so we all decided to eat first.

“No. We don’t do cigarettes here. Sorry.” Fuck, I always apologise, even now. “But that’s what she would have wanted. You’ve got her will, right?” I brush my overalls down; a chunk of bone jelly slaps against the floor around my feet. Somewhere in

“Hmph. I wanted you to taste the pain of losing someone you love!” He says coldly.

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…

A dream I had recently has stuck with me. I’m in a small room that I don’t recognize. There’s nothing of note about it other than it has no windows and only a single bright red door. The walls and floor are all sterile white. In the center of the room there is a round wooden table with a small fish tank in the center of it and it has a couple of goldfish inside. I don’t know where I am, but I do know that it’s my job to feed and take care of the fish. This seems like a simple enough task, but after a few minutes, I hear a knock on the door. I open the door to see my younger sister holding another fish tank, this time with a small purple fish inside of it. She hands it to me without saying a word, and then she leaves. I put the fish on the