My Dream Story

The poem "A Song of Changgan" is very poignant, as it starts with a bashful girl who does not even smile around her husband and ends with her almost heartbroken, as her husband is far away. The poem shows the different stages of the relationship of the speaker and her husband, and it is an excellent example of long-distance relationships before modern communication systems.

In the movie The Princess and the Frog, Tiana, a determined, ambitious, realistic girl, married Prince Naveen out of love to become human again and finally, after all of her long, hard work, she was rewarded with the fine-dining restaurant in New Orleans she had been

I am Adela and i believe a lot of different things, but one thing i believe in very strongly is dreams. Many people may think that this is very cliche and cheesy, but to me it definitely is not. When i was a younger child, starting about four years old i always told my parents where i wanted to go and what i wanted to do. My parents always told me, if you can dream it, you can do it. My parents have always been my best friends. They have always encouraged me to do my best and always live as if tomorrow was to end. As a child and until now I always have that mindset. When I got into my teenage years, my self esteem and motivation to think like that went down. I have always told people around me that's what I truly believe. Most people act as if it's a joke and if you really have dreams that big, it's impossible to accomplish unless you are a smart genius that gets perfect grades and have an amazing future. In my past, a lot of people have made fun of me and said that is impossible especially if you are not even that smart academically. This honestly really put me down, even at such a young age. After a while, Ii started to just ignore what everyone had to say and really start thinking about my life and my future.

In order for me to tell you about my future, I must first tell you about my past. I was always a very determined person, what ever I put my mind to I can accomplish. Ever since I was younger and I read about the JonBenet Ramsy murder case, I was heartbroken and for that little girl but I was also heartbroken that she will never have a voice again. I wanted to be that person who brought voices back from those who didn’t have one anymore. I wanted to be a homicide detective.

The story behind me is very long. Lots of stupid things have been done that are very very stupid. I would say it all began 17 years ago in a hospital but, that’s going to be a lot of work to type a paper. I’m going to start this wonderful life, last year school year. Near the end so all the fun of my life begins. To present day where I continue to do the stuff that makes people mad but it is very fun for me.

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 was going to be one of those days.

“One if these days, if fate has us in her plan we will meet again, you will follow your dreams Kammi and make the world proud” Braden whispers in my ear.

In the Caribbean, a tropical and beautiful place, surrounded by blue and clear seawater. Lives ten-year-old Nakili. Adventurous and likes challenges, play’s on the beach with friends until the evening arrives. They will sit on the sand looking at the horizon, watching how the sunlight goes behind the multicolored seas, beyond the white breaking waves on the reef. Nakili was super inquisitive and dreamed of what could be beyond the ocean.

I definitely owe a huge portion of who I am today to my mom, Elyse Boston. She’s been by my side through everything and has taught me so much about life. My mom played basketball at Kansas State University for four years, so she knows the game like the back of her hand, so when I wanted to play basketball, she decided she would coach. Having my mom as a coach and taking criticism from her at a young age was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do because when we were at practice or playing in a game she wasn’t “mom” she was “coach”. I had to program my brain to always say “okay, coach” instead of “I know, mom.” At first, it was really hard because it felt like every time I made a mistake because she would call me out on it when other girls would make the same mistake and she would just let it go. I didn’t understand why she was so hard on me compared to the rest of my teammates. I would get so frustrated with her and I would roll my eyes sometimes; I learned really quick rolling my eyes was really disrespectful and I eventually learned to break that habit. Now, I’m a college athlete and the last thing I will do is roll my eyes at a coach, teacher, or any adult because my mom taught me how disrespectful that was and I see people roll their eyes and I see how bad that looks and I am so grateful my mom taught me how to be respectful. Even if I had to learn the hard way.

The poem “The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter” author Li Po has shown this phenomenal story about a wife waiting for the return of her husband. It starts the livelihood of a wife being stubborn in the first year of marriage, however, regrets spending quality time with her husband. Eventually, time has gone by so fast resulting the husband to leave on a long journey. Throughout the absence of the husband, the wife is felt depressed or lonely without having him right by her side. Po has left the story open minded for readers to think what would happen next, hence inspiring many others who have felt the same as the wife did. As you may know by now, the theme that portrays this poem is a sense of depression and loneliness. Not only it illustrates the feeling of being unattached, but it also shows the importance of valuing time. The interpretation of being alone in my words means that only one person in your life is the only one to cure your lonesome. For this reason, the state of being isolated or depressed has done a lot to her, time is a cherishable moment, and the femininity of the poem was written by a guy.

My entire baseball career I had dreamed of playing for my high school, but now that dream was in jeopardy. I had been playing baseball since I was eligible back in 1st grade. I was never a spectacular talent, I didn't hit home runs, I wasn't an ace pitcher, and I wasn't particularly fit. I was just average, and I knew that. So when it came to trying out for the high school baseball team, I almost decided not to. I wasn't worthy of being on that team. I had expressed this opinion to my friends and family, and they didn't approve. However, eventually, they wore me down and convinced me to at least try out. Reluctantly, I obliged, and when the time came, I signed up for tryouts and prepared myself for what I expected to be the greatest disappointment of my life.

It was a friday afternoon the sky was bright blue the sun was shining bright yellow and I Zack Allen was about to go to work he said by to his mom and dad.by’’said mom. I went out the door, I never get to work on time. I work as a junior detective. When I got to work, I almost got fired because I was late. After work i frowned. I wish i was faster.”I said. When I got home something amazing happened. I came home opened the door then ran up steers jumped on my bed and stared at my pet fish. Then a big storm came. I got out of bed and then looked out the window, sing nothing but a dosty shade of black. Suddenly my rofe flow open and a bright big blue lightning bolt strock me. I past out for a few hours. The next thing I know i was rushed to the hospital. My heart started beating very fast then it stopped for a minute, then started beating again.

I felt like I was trapped in a dream—not one of the terrifying nightmares I’d been having—but a pleasant dream, a happy dream. One where angels danced across the starry sky, the fruit of a flowering shrub flashed like fire. Mother smiled and Oliver kissed away my tears.

I woke again from the same dream that I have been having for weeks or months I don’t remember anymore.The dream was about two older people coming towards a young girl and taking her from her bed while she was sleeping, they just took her, as they were taking her off the property she woke up and started kicking and screaming. Then she says a bad man killed her. Than she would say both of them were sick, very sick. It has been happening ever since we moved near Lidtke Mill. I went out to go get the paper and the cover story was “Death at Lidtke Mill”. I thought to myself “Who was it? How did it happen?”.

Last night I had the craziest dream. I went to fell asleep while watching “The Gift”. It was around midnight when I fell asleep and that is when my weird dream occurred. I arrived at the carnival early in the evening. I purchased my ticket for the ferris wheel, along with my sister, Clara. We proceeded to wait in line. The line was about a 2 hour wait. We waited in the line, which felt like eternity. It was finally our turn. We had both stepped onto the ferris wheel with caution. I had a bad fear of heights and so did my sister. Clara set down her purple teddy bear next to her that she had just won in the ring toss. As the ferris wheel began to turn, I pulled out my polaroid camera to take some pictures. I snapped a picture of Clara and I at the very top of the ferris wheel. The picture came out of the camera and I shook it to get it to dry faster. It actually came out pretty good. I slid the picture inside the pocket on the teddybears’ t-shirt. The t-shirt was a pretty baby pink shirt with tiny white polka-dots. Suddenly the ferris wheel to rock back and forth. Clara and I started to panic. A man got on the loudspeaker “We seem to be having some technical difficulties, the ride will resume shortly.” That is when I shot up out of bed heavily breathing and sweating. “That was a weird dream” I said to myself.