Everyone dreams, and sometimes we remember them. But what good are they? Why not try writing them down to find out! I often will write down my dreams when I remember them, even if they are relatively short. Extra Challenge: Try turning those dreams into a story!
Here’s an example of a dream that I wrote down.
I was friends with a nice elderly lady with a HUGE house. There were all sorts of kids who loved her and teens who loved her…and those who hated her. But when I first got to know her, I only heard brief stories about the evil things the evil people had done, like stealing things, threatening her, etc. And we could go all over the house, which was humongous – staircases and secret passageways everywhere.
Until the one day. We moved to the downstairs and when we heard footsteps, we knew the evil people were upstairs. Only, some little kids came down, very noisily, to say hello to their grandma. We followed them out (going upstairs) with a large wooden 2 by 4, ready to conk anyone evil we found. We saw only kids as the last one left…and turned around to see a large man. (By the way, ‘we’ is me and another girl) We hit him, but our wood broke. She was captured and taken to a room, and I was taken by the leader, the evilest lady, who was really a queen – in queen attire. I was tied up by Jacob, who used to go to Hinkletown Mennonite School [the private school I used to attend]. I saw four others who used to, also – Ethan, Eric, Bryce, and Brandon. In the midst of being tied up (rather gently, I thought, and was hoping Jacob could be swayed) I yelled, “Five of you used to go to HMS! What happened to loving one another?” The queen got angry at me and her eyes glinted of evil as she told Jacob which room to take me to.
He dumped me into a room and commanded that I face a certain direction. I had no idea why, but then I saw that I could see through holes in the wall that direction. I was thankful once again to Jacob as I saw – either him or Eric, I’m not sure which – demonstrating to the queen how to use a certain weapon/form of torture. So I figured out what I could do.
I heard the queen say with an evil laugh, “I will be the first to question the prisoner.” She opened the door and came in, pointing her weapon at me and shoving it at me. I wrested it from her grasp and turned it around to point at her and put it against her. Her eyes grew wide and frantically she pulled out another one and shoved it at me again, but hers was not directly on me as mine was on her. I felt a slight tingling in my hand that kept getting worse when her weapon touched me, but I could tell her tingle must be worse because she was writhing and then slowly stilled until her eyes were wide open and she just lay there, paralyzed. The only problem was, it was only temporary, and I had no idea how long it would last. So I escaped out one of the two doors in the room and headed over to save the girl that was captured as well – I think her name was Elisa, maybe? So I awakened her and we escaped downstairs, running – no, flying – down the staircases that led to where we would be welcomed. We got to the bottom, gasping and out of breath as well as being scared to death at almost being killed – because they would have killed us, eventually. They asked us what happened, so we explained.
But Jacob and the queen were searching for us. So we traveled constantly through all the secret staircases and passageways, spying on them and making sure they didn’t see us. We were doing well until the one day, and they crashed through the passageway after us, with their army of evil behind them. We dashed out the window, and suddenly we were real people and the dollhouse was the house that we had been running in, but only I was left as a real human – and an army of huge, mad-looking ants crawled out the house after us. I ran to the bathroom (It was all in my house) and the ants followed. There I met Hira and Mr. Horning, and as the ants crawled into the sink, we flushed them down as fast as we could with water. Mr. Horning gave us a funny look and then said, “Well, I guess you are eighth graders, so you can do what you want.” Finally the last of the evil was down the drain.
And one of my favorites:
I and a friend were helping with kids at a school. All the green-eyed kids would have healthy, long lives. But all the blue-eyed kids could drop dead any time. We had to help check out all the brown-eyed kids, because they could be either one. Most of them, though, were liked the green-eyed – only a few were like the blue-eyed. But there was a little boy, and my friend and I were trying to figure out how to tell the kid in a good way that he was like the blue-eyed, that he could live for another second to 100 years.
Both I dreamt this year. So write down your dreams and have fun laughing at them or using them in your writing!
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