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Those last six chapters could be considered as belonging to part one which would be the introduction. Here begins part two of Intangiable Dreams.
Waking up was always a difficult thing for me to do. Wether I was just tired from lack of sleep or tired of the real world I always have had difficulties rousing myself from sleep. My imagination never fails to amuse me. I can dream of the loveliest things. The weirdest things. The scariest things. What should make last night any different? I believe what I dream. I always have. Dreams tell me about myself and have led me to believe in some of the most influencial ideas of my life. When you dream your imagination is set loose. You could do anything you have ever heard of and more. Your dreams are influenced and shaped by your personality, beliefs, and your experiences in the real world. I could give many examples of dreams like this which taught me such a valuable lesson that I remember in my every day life.
One such dream might be the dream I had a week after my great grandmother had died. I had been happy in this dream. I was with my family in this large lovely cottage with a willow tree in the front yard next to the patio and with its roots pushing up and through the old side walk. This is exactly the type of house my mother wants in real life. The roots in the side walk had suddenly grown rapidly and entangled around my leg. I got away yet a sliver of it's bark had gotten into my wrist while I had tried to get away. It began to poison me and and to my consternation I found out that I would die within a day's time. I was afraid and crying with self pity for dying with out finishing my life and I was crying because I didn't know what would happen when I died. My biggest fear would be to have my soul vanish like a put out flame. I would have rather gone to hell for at least there I had a identity and a mind.
I wandered through the places in which I had visited in my life time. Where I had grown up.I was looking for the anwsers. What is going to happen to me when I die? Is there a place for me? What is the purpose of life? Nothing could anwser my question until I came to my great grandma while she was also dying. She told me not to worry and that it did not really matter. She had told me exactly what Marius had reminded me of. What ever is to come will come and that I should accept it as it came. I could always hope for the good.
This dream made it so that I no longer really feared death. I had gotten this through a dream! I get so many things through dreams. I often dream of risking every thing to save the people I care about. I have had those sort of dreams since I was about five. It is just in my personality.
The alarm on my radio clock went off for the third time. I really need to find away to make that snooze button unacessible. I will be late! Senora Feldman will give me detention this time. I know she will! I run down stairs. My sister is playing with her hair in the mirror again. She has probally been at it for the last thirty minutes. Alicia is rather vain sometimes. Her primary objective in life is to be popular and her friends... friends? Did I say friends I meant to say fiends. What can I say? They are fiends.
"Have you been playing with that eyeliner again, sister dearest? You look like a football player again. well I guess it is better than a racoon like last week, isn't it?" She really discusts me sometimes.
She doesn't even look away from the mirror. "The shower is frozen again. Go use the one up stairs and here." She tosses my deodorant at me. " you smell like a dog".
"At least I don't smell like embalming fluid take that nasty perfume off". I grab my maroon towel and stalk off up stairs in my very fluid Lestat-like manner. "and I don't smell!!" I sniff my armpits ( I had to put that in) "I don't!"
"Ewww! Hog!" my sister yells up the stairs. She knows me too well.
Of course I walked into Spanish a bit late as is the norm. (Isn't it?). And as also is the norm my friend were displaying their oddities. The sort of evil looking one with blue eyes, pale skin, dark brown hair and these very uncharacteristic dimples gave me a smirk for being late again. That is Michele or Tasakapeotkauu the elf twanger. Leah is the tall one with Big feet, big hands, big arms, big chin. You get the picture. And then their is Lisa who is bigger around the middle than most people but has a really friendly smile and a very perverted sense of humor which is funny even when she is grouchy. Our Aahz. They are three awesome friends. Shh don't tell them that I said that! They just happened to be sporting their big violet velvet witches hats again today.They got them to go see Harry Potter in.
My friends don't really need a occasion to be weird. Every one in the Spanish class pay us no attention. They already know that we are weird. Not that that is a bad thing. Not at all. what could make a girl happier than playing video games, reading books, and daydreaming about their favorite characters. We spend our time debating about which character from which books are coolest. My list comprises of about 7 or 8. Leah's of about 12. Lisa's of 30. Michele had 30 but she has been try to cut down lately.
Absolutely infactuated.
Those last six chapters could be considered as belonging to part one which would be the introduction. Here begins part two of Intangiable Dreams.
Waking up was always a difficult thing for me to do. Wether I was just tired from lack of sleep or tired of the real world I always have had difficulties rousing myself from sleep. My imagination never fails to amuse me. I can dream of the loveliest things. The weirdest things. The scariest things. What should make last night any different? I believe what I dream. I always have. Dreams tell me about myself and have led me to believe in some of the most influencial ideas of my life. When you dream your imagination is set loose. You could do anything you have ever heard of and more. Your dreams are influenced and shaped by your personality, beliefs, and your experiences in the real world. I could give many examples of dreams like this which taught me such a valuable lesson that I remember in my every day life.
One such dream might be the dream I had a week after my great grandmother had died. I had been happy in this dream. I was with my family in this large lovely cottage with a willow tree in the front yard next to the patio and with its roots pushing up and through the old side walk. This is exactly the type of house my mother wants in real life. The roots in the side walk had suddenly grown rapidly and entangled around my leg. I got away yet a sliver of it's bark had gotten into my wrist while I had tried to get away. It began to poison me and and to my consternation I found out that I would die within a day's time. I was afraid and crying with self pity for dying with out finishing my life and I was crying because I didn't know what would happen when I died. My biggest fear would be to have my soul vanish like a put out flame. I would have rather gone to hell for at least there I had a identity and a mind.
I wandered through the places in which I had visited in my life time. Where I had grown up.I was looking for the anwsers. What is going to happen to me when I die? Is there a place for me? What is the purpose of life? Nothing could anwser my question until I came to my great grandma while she was also dying. She told me not to worry and that it did not really matter. She had told me exactly what Marius had reminded me of. What ever is to come will come and that I should accept it as it came. I could always hope for the good.
This dream made it so that I no longer really feared death. I had gotten this through a dream! I get so many things through dreams. I often dream of risking every thing to save the people I care about. I have had those sort of dreams since I was about five. It is just in my personality.
The alarm on my radio clock went off for the third time. I really need to find away to make that snooze button unacessible. I will be late! Senora Feldman will give me detention this time. I know she will! I run down stairs. My sister is playing with her hair in the mirror again. She has probally been at it for the last thirty minutes. Alicia is rather vain sometimes. Her primary objective in life is to be popular and her friends... friends? Did I say friends I meant to say fiends. What can I say? They are fiends.
"Have you been playing with that eyeliner again, sister dearest? You look like a football player again. well I guess it is better than a racoon like last week, isn't it?" She really discusts me sometimes.
She doesn't even look away from the mirror. "The shower is frozen again. Go use the one up stairs and here." She tosses my deodorant at me. " you smell like a dog".
"At least I don't smell like embalming fluid take that nasty perfume off". I grab my maroon towel and stalk off up stairs in my very fluid Lestat-like manner. "and I don't smell!!" I sniff my armpits ( I had to put that in) "I don't!"
"Ewww! Hog!" my sister yells up the stairs. She knows me too well.
Of course I walked into Spanish a bit late as is the norm. (Isn't it?). And as also is the norm my friend were displaying their oddities. The sort of evil looking one with blue eyes, pale skin, dark brown hair and these very uncharacteristic dimples gave me a smirk for being late again. That is Michele or Tasakapeotkauu the elf twanger. Leah is the tall one with Big feet, big hands, big arms, big chin. You get the picture. And then their is Lisa who is bigger around the middle than most people but has a really friendly smile and a very perverted sense of humor which is funny even when she is grouchy. Our Aahz. They are three awesome friends. Shh don't tell them that I said that! They just happened to be sporting their big violet velvet witches hats again today.They got them to go see Harry Potter in.
My friends don't really need a occasion to be weird. Every one in the Spanish class pay us no attention. They already know that we are weird. Not that that is a bad thing. Not at all. what could make a girl happier than playing video games, reading books, and daydreaming about their favorite characters. We spend our time debating about which character from which books are coolest. My list comprises of about 7 or 8. Leah's of about 12. Lisa's of 30. Michele had 30 but she has been try to cut down lately.
Absolutely infactuated.