My Worst Nightmare The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the
bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers.
My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. My
sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was thumping hard at my
chest. I was always afraid of the dark and I still am. But this was
the first time I had slept alone in a hollow, ominous and shadowy room
with no wallpaper. Instead of a carpet, there were filthy floorboards
that creaked and moaned. There was also a wardrobe that I had never
opened before because we had only moved in this huge house yesterday.
I was afraid of this great, dirty old piece of furniture. But never
mind that. I turned over and prayed that I would go to sleep. I
couldn't drift off. It was no use. I turned on my lamp and stood up.
Is there anything here to do, I wandered. I decided to go downstairs
to watch TV. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I slowly and
silently crept downstairs. Then suddenly I stopped, my heart beating
so fast that I thought my ribs were going to crack. Hands clutched
tightly on the stair railings, I strained my ears for the sound that
just came from the living room. Low moans could be heard, like a
wounded dog. I struggled to catch my breath for a moment. But just
then there came an angry growl. My blood froze and my whole body
seemed like carved ice. Then tremulously, I stumbled to the living
room door and opened it.
I almost screamed when I saw the two occupants sitting on our living
room couch. But I couldn't. I just stared, gaping in ho...
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...e witch just burned and screamed. Then she sent her last
spell before a trail of ash was left on the floor.
The spell hit me and I screamed and yelled myself until someone
slapped me on the face. I opened my eyes. It was my sister.
" Hey, what's with the screaming," my young sister cried out. I looked
around. I was back in my plain bedroom with the big wardrobe and it
was morning. I gasped for breath.
" I had a nightmare. Oh lord it was only a nightmare."
" I had a nightmare too," said my sister.
" Did you," I replied. I was so relieved.
" Yeah," my sister went on, " I dreamt about a witch who bit my neck."
I looked at her neck. It had deep cuts. My lips began to tremble.
" You still have the cuts," I cried out.
" I know," croaked my sister, her eyes flashing. "Welcome to your real
nightmare!!!"
The act of fear is much more common in the dark. In the dark, people expect things to be lurking around the bend, waiting for someone to summon it. I can relate this selection to my past experiences with my friends. When we were in elementary school, we would go into a dark bathroom and say the name, ...
“I don’t know that yet,” said the witch, “but I still don’t want you to have it.”
"Now, now that is no story for bedtimes. You will be awake all night with bad dreams."
A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry is a play about a struggling African American family who lives in the slums of Chicago. The main family, the Youngers, is in a financial hole and each person in the family has a dream. However, it will take a large amount of money for each individual to complete their dream. The three main dreamers of the play would be Walter Lee (the main character), Beneatha (Walter’s sister), and Mama (Walter’s mother). Walter’s dream is to start a liquor business, Mama’s dream is to buy a house for her family to live in, and Beneatha’s dream is to go into medical school and become a doctor. In the story, the most important dream would have to be Beneatha’s dream. She wants to become a doctor and completing her dream could potentially have an enormous impact on women, African Americans, and people of all kinds.
Two years before the dream, my grandmother suffered from a left hemisphere stroke. The stroke caused paralysis on the right side of her body and disabled her ability to speak properly. The communication I had once with grandmother was not the same after she was placed into a rehabilitation center. I was beginning to enter adolescence, which made me more aware of her situation, and seeing her suffer, was traumatic for me. Most of the time I made up excuses to avoid visiting her. It was not because I did not love my grandmother, but because seeing her so defenseless was devastating. I remember visiting her once, about a week before I had the dream.
“It was just a hallucination, a dream. The whole thing was just a trick.” Merlin explained.
chamber door. The flickering, uneven candlelight was the only thing lighting my way down the
oday I am going to inform all of you about dreams as to why do we dream, why do we have nightmares, and what do they mean. My purpose is to inform all of you about it because I know that at some point you all get curious and want to know the answers. I always have dreams and nightmares so I wanted to research and inform myself about it. It is very important for me to inform you all because everybody has dreams and it is something that we all just have.
The above quote by Elie Wiesel is During this time and soon after, Jews were seen as subhuman and later dehumanized completely. As World War II, progressed, Hitler and his advisors had seen the only way to fully answer the Jewish Question was to implement the Final Solution, which was to exterminate all of the Jews in Europe. Some of these horrors of the Final Solution can be seen in the novel Night by Elie Wiesel. In Night, Wiesel takes the reader into the eyes of young Eliezer during the Holocaust. In the novel Night, Elie Wiesel successfully executes his attempt to not let people born after the Holocaust and those who did not witness the atrocities during this time ever forget or try to claim the falseness of the cruelty towards Jews and other ethnic groups during this time through his use of various symbols, his precise word choice throughout the novel, and his tone of not only one victim, but 11 million.
Jonathan Swift’s poem, “A Lady’s Dressing Room,” represents a man’s love for a woman as the author, Strephon, and audience explore the happenings inside a woman’s bedroom. Like many other men, Strephon is an obsessed lover whose vision of women is distorted by eighteenth century radical ideals of love and beauty. While the poem is a satire, Swift tries to establish that love is blind and presents that love is only based on beauty of women. By introducing an idealistic lover into a realistic environment, he examines the disturbing end results as Celia falls from her godlike state. As she is humanized, Swift successfully demolishes the ridiculous fantasies of love and beauty, and men are also able to see more clearly behind the clothing and make-up. In “A Lady’s Dressing Room,” Swift exposes the contradiction between idealized love created by eighteenth century society and reality, as he forces Strephon see past Celia’s façade by investigating Celia’s dressing room and discovering traumatizing facts as well as disillusioning him with the help of Swift’s vivid description.
I woke up absolutely scared to death. I knew the dream was from God, and I was freaked out about whatever was headed toward my house. Of course, I thought it was going to be about Miranda, but Miranda was not in the dream. I was.
In hopes to get to the hotel quickly, we left the airport scared to death and hopped onto a h...
Usually when you end up drifting off to sleep, you fall into a deep sleep and begin to experience a so called dream.” However, most children, and even some adults, experience some even more terrifying so called dreams. These dreams are called nightmares. Nightmares have been occurring in people’s sleep for hundreds of years. People have been interested in them for centuries and they have quite an interesting past to them.
"They found you unconscious with the necklace thingy, and they placed it on me. I feel much better now."
The day my worst fears came to life. I never thought I would live to see the day I couldn’t get back to my home within in a few days. August 27, 2005, was the last day that I would ever live in Louisiana again.