Everything was so tedious. The room I was in, the cushiony bed I was sitting on, the old television set that was crackling with snow - not one singular object remotely caught my attention. Even the silver touch screen phone in my hand slept with no dreams to show me. But suddenly, it sprang to life with a ping and a message from my friend overcame the lock screen. Lucia, have you looked out the window yet?! To the outside world?!
Swiftly, I looked out the window. The scene that unfolded in front of my eyes was so ridiculously unbelievable that my jaw dropped open.
The world was in sheer chaos. Golden saucers pirouetted from above the menacing clouds and kindled the evening sky. People stepped out of their homes, dazed and gaping at the impossible appearance of the objects from their imaginations.
A noise broke the crackling from the television set. I turned around to see the T.V. showing a distressed man frantically talking to the camera.
“Everyone, stay inside your home. I repeat, STAY INSIDE YOUR HOME. Aliens have come to Earth and ha- AAAAH!” the balding man screamed. He was frozen in place with horror in his eyes while his co-anchors and technicians ran wildly across the screen. The camera zoomed into his face until I could see the reflected images in his eyes. A zombie, half-dead and rotted, shambled towards the news anchor. His image grew larger and larger until all the screen could show was his face. His jaw hung from a sliver of moldy muscle, he had a missing eyeball, and the skin of his cheek had peeled away from his carcass. Another news segment came on, but not quickly enough to stop the sound of the man’s piercing scream from ringing in my ears.
Shocked, I stumbled away from the television set and tripped ...
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...being that this would all be over, and that I would wake up and find out that it was a dream.
“...cia? Lucia? Wake up! Are you even listening?” A faint voice said, growing louder and more stern with each word. I snapped my head up to see Ms. Miller at my desk holding a textbook in her hands. Her gaze was full of disappointment and disapproval.
“You know, Miss Peane, they say that a dream is a hunch the brain comes up with. A hunch, I tell you. I would advise that you listen to my lesson instead of daydreaming.” Ms. Miller scolded.
Embarrassed, I mumbled an apology as she stalked back to the front of the room. I exhaled, immensely relieved, and looked out the windows. I stared and blinked again, hoping I was mistaken, but I wasn’t. Up in the sky, above the blackened clouds, golden specks whirled around and kindled in the sky, slowly descending upon the Earth.
We could go back to the past. I could lose this easy job I have. Just talking and using a shovel, a. hoe, a broom that takes everything away. All my daughter does is worry. She touches my hand and we eat snow cones from a roadside vendor in the shade.
Dreams can be defined in two ways. Firstly, dreams are the desire to strive for and accomplish something that has always been in a dreamer’s heart. For example, these dreams can be anything from being a professional athlete to a chef. Another way it can be defined is the mental visions one has when sleeping. The Corr’s song Dreams and Paulo Coelho’s novel The Alchemist both imply that when following dreams, unimportant things will come and go, but if dreamers keep their vision clear, they will see what’s truly meant to be. In the novel, the main character Santiago encounters plenty of people and opportunities. Many of them making him choose between his heart and his head. He is always hitting bumps in the road, but constantly sees the light at the end of the tunnel. Moreover, in the song Dreams, it questions whether a dreamer is really up to overcoming these obstacles by listening to his/her heart and knowing when everything should come to an end.
In the distance to the West, the fiery and hazy sun had begun to sink below the horizon. The fuzzy outline of the mountains glowed orange, as if they were melting. In the form of cascading shades of gray to black to ink, darkness seeped in from the East.
The air was tinted with a frosty wind, each breath making itself known to the world around you, though nobody was around to see. At least that's what you hoped. Feeling eyes watching you carefully, you glance around and see the shadows move again, but this time, you pick up the pace when you notice the thousands of eyes looking back.
...eaning to having dreams as they are worthwhile in motivating, entertaining thoughts and causing satisfaction. Dreams make life sweeter, if but for small instances when we entertain them and imagine and are happy in the fantasy.
As my father and I went into town to fight off more misery for the mortals, there was a cloud that we have been fighting off for two days, but it still returns. Exhausted, I was ready to drop, but the cloud continued to grow. Covering town after town. When it seemed to me that it was hopeless, I saw a bright blue spot in the sky. From cloud to could, they were finally clearing up.
IV. (Preview Main Points) Although we have experienced countless dreams in our lifetime, do we ever stop to think: how dreams occur? How dreams affect our lives? Do dreams even mean anything? Today in my informative speech about dreams, I hope to enlighten you about dreams forming in our minds, the importance of dreams, and lastly the interpretations of dreams.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
It was a dark and gloomy October 16th. The 5th graders at GreenHawk Elementary School were going on a field trip. It was pelting rain, dark gray clouds, and foggy air, but the field trip would continue. It was time to be let out of school and onto the busses. All the students packed their bags and started towards the exit. Suddenly, the lights started to flicker and a gray, face shaped figure, faintly appeared on the wall. “Don’t go”, said the figure. “DON’T GO”, it said again. The teachers just laughed and claimed it was a prank. But Eve, one of the students, wasn’t so sure. As all the kids continued towards the bus Eve looked back at the figure, but it was gone.
'Compare/contrast Faulkner's 'Dry September' with 'A rose for Emily' in terms of writing style and character presentation.';
Dreams, what are dreams? For many years we have wondered what dreams are made of. After much thought and deliberation we have stumbled upon three possible answers to this question. First of all, we believe it could be a period of total escape from reality and all of the problems that reality brings with it. Second, we have no doubt that dreams provide a time of contemplation of past mistakes and what would have been the outcome if a different choice would have been made.
The voice on the other end he didn’t recognize. "Somethin’ awful happened to Sally. Better git over there quick," and hung up.
A dulled boom and slight shuddering came from the floor below them. They both looked down, then at the moniter on which the bags were...had been. Now there was an assortment of items spread out against the clouds below. The spray had a varity of colors and sizes and some even shined as the sun reflected off their polished metal
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
“If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it”. As the saying goes by William A. Ward. I am sure that you have understood the topic, the topic is, DREAMS. Dreams are nothing but the thoughts and ideas of ones mind. They predict the character of the person. If ones thoughts are good they he/she will see good dreams and if someone’s thoughts are bad they he/she will se bad dreams. From the above line it is clear that dreams are good or bad, intentions of people.