Dear Reader,
I was always told I had a strong imagination; not only when I was five but when I was fifteen as well. My parents tried to force it out of me as I grew, but it only became stronger. I am no longer allowed to make my stuffed animals talk, or begin laughing in a public area because I mentally visualized something funny happening. I am now nineteen years old and most people would say now that I am the most serious person they've met. I can see the regret in my parents' eyes, but it is too late now; or so I thought.
Just the other day after watching "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", I suddenly felt exhausted; so, I went to take a nap. It was Saturday and I didn't have work or school. Anyways, I had a very strange dream, of course I hadn't had a dream in years but this was particularly strange. It was as if I had been sucked into the movie, but I was myself; I was not one of the characters. I was there gasping when the Goblet picked Harry; I was at the ball (which was very fun might I add); and I was cheering Harry on as he left to go into the maze (Well of course I tried to stop him after remembering what happens in the movie! Do you think me an idiot?). Anyways, I awoke before Harry returned from the maze, and all was back to normal; as it should be after dreams, correct?
Sincerely,
Kristin Magenii Williams
AN: If you don't speak french, "Mais T'adore Moi" means "But You love Me". Also, this story will include many different movies; I would have picked them all on the category thing, but it wouldn't let me pick more than one (darn)... just to let you all know! :)