My Dream Story

Rewind to 9 short months ago, I was 5 months pregnant with my husband off to Afghanistan for

I slowly sit up and rest my back against the headboard of my old bed. Closing my eyes and taking everything in that has happen since I’ve woken up. Being in my old room, brings back a lot of memories of when I used to live here as a child. Moments with James, moments with my mum. I let a tear escape my eye, quickly wiping it away. I can’t let it get to me anymore. It was five years ago. A few more tears escape and I go to whip it away again when light bounces off the scars on my arm.

"I remember the pain. The pain he had left behind." the first thought that has come to my mind.

At the age of six, Bret Dunlap was predicted to never walk or talk again after suffering from major head trauma in a car accident. He slowly recovered with the help of his family members and a previously undiscovered hobby. Bret was influenced by his brother to start running, which ended up changing his life in ways he would never have imagined. Within this essay, Friedman describes Bret’s journey of navigating the difficulties of life after his accident. The dream that can be analyzed in this essay is the idea of being useful in life and towards society; Friedman describes Bret’s process in achieving this dream through the inclusion of characters’ thoughts and actions. This narrative technique reveals the idea that dreams are not always

This dream happened a year or two from today; I remember that was also the longest day I ever had since there was a school activity and it was a huge gathering that made all the students in my junior high stressed and depressed. So I went home by 6:30 pm from school and immediately rushed to my bedroom to rest, obviously; I did not mind changing my clothes to “pambahay” and not even close to deciding if I should take a bath and cleanse myself to have a good and deep sleep. And then finally I went to sleep, the moment I closed my eyes I felt like I was already sleeping even if I was still conscious that I am still in the process of going to sleep. I saw red, blue, yellow, and green lights flickering and I felt it was dragging me into another world. It happened so fast and the next

Jacks mom replied, ”I know sweetheart; she is excited to see you too.” They quickly packed the rest of Jacks bags and headed out to the car. Maneuvering through traffic, they finally made it to the airport.

If I were to say that I attribute who I am today to any one event, that would be the biggest lie I’ve ever told. My story is an easy read, no dramatic tales, no mind- bending feats; it starts with a little girl named Allie who wanted to be a mermaid when she was older. I grew up in an ideal situation, I had two older sisters and a dedicated mom and dad. I played dress- up and house and fit the description of a youngest child perfectly. I was an absolute terror. But I knew what I wanted and I would almost always get it.

My life was one consisting of quite the amount of tragedies, however, as I tell my tale, I am careful in reminiscing of the delightful times that occurred throughout, despite all the burdensome moments I have endured. My story begins in the early twentieth century, when my parents birthed a healthy girl, a prepossessing little creature. I am delighted to say I had a merry childhood, as my wealthy parents raised me to be nothing short of whimsical, up until I reached my teenage years.

Later that night, as we were leaving, we said our final goodbyes.All of our last words to him were as simple, yet as wonderful as “I love you.” I, of course, cried on the way out, and as we headed home, I dozed off in the car. When we got home, my eyes were sore and puffy, and my head ached like it never had before. I couldn 't make it up to my bed, so I curled up on the couch, and dreamed of simpler times. I remember crystal clearly, I woke up, 4:55 AM. I felt lost, not your typical “Woah, where am I” kind of lost, but almost like a “Something isn 't right here and I don 't know

“I’m right here,” I replied. His eyes grew wide, and relief washed over his face. I smiled; he could see me. Our eyes met, filled with sorrow and love. I looked at the windows of his soul, and water filled them. In his arms was where I found myself next, comforting him. “It’s okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be with you.”

“Can you go ahead and get ready?” she asked, “We need to be at Granny’s in a few hours.”

I slowly drag my feet into the house. I feel empty inside. The once overflowing emotions are gone, instead they are replaced with realization. He really left. Does he not care? I trudge up the stairs and into my bedroom with my head hanging low in shame. As I raise my head, I come face to face with an extremely mad woman, I call my mother.

“Charlotte! It’s eleven o’clock; get your lazy ass outta bed now!” Mum called from the kitchen.

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.

When I was little, I was the girl that always followed the rules, and was a little bit shy. I don’t remember much about my past except for this and a couple other things, but I hear a lot of stories about what I did. We were at a wedding reception for one of my dad’s friends and I was running around with Andrew and Emily my older siblings. We were running around being crazy and I had a lot of sugar in me, so I was bouncing off the walls. My father Matt told me to come over to him to say hi to some people he knew. I went over there and I was bouncing all over the place just wanting to run everywhere and scream “I want more SUGAR.” That's when I saw “enter name” with balloons. I looked up at my father and said “Can I pretty please go get a balloon?” He said only if you give me a kiss on the cheek. I gave him the kiss and started to run towards her. My dad saw that she had a knife in her hands and was getting ready to cut the balloon strings to give to the kids. Out of nowhere I heard my mother yell “Madelyn don’t run up to her walk.” I didn't listen to her and kept running. My eyes were set on the pretty sky blue balloon that she had, and I wanted to beat all the other kids. When I got up to her that was when she was cutting the strings of the balloons. The knife then slipped and cut me on the lip, I don’t really remember much after that. I remember the taste of something warm running down my face and going into my mouth. Everything around me started to dance and I heard