Coldfreeze a dit :

BEST DREAM
One day I was in a school for our Computer lesson. Then my teacher said " Open your book in Lesson 15"
To my surprise, LESSON 15 WAS TRANSFORMICE HAHAHAHAHA

Gagalicous a dit :

I turned a dream i had into a story:
I was a little Jewish girl. I met Hitler's son. We went over and played in their area of land, and I’d come back to my mother. My mother had warned me not to play around the Nazis and Hitler, but being my audacious self, I did anyways. Whenever I went over to play with Hitler's son, I noticed Hitler was observing me. Not staring at me, but glancing at me every once in a while. One day I looked out of my bedroom window to see that the Nazis were practicing their marches and drills. I had no idea who the Nazis were at that point. I just thought they were Hitler's slaves, rather than murderers. I then came over to play with Hitler's son, and he told me to run. I noticed that Hitler and his Nazi's were fiercely marching towards me, so I took off. I ran and ran, never seeming to get tired. I ran through sewage pipes, drainage pipes, any place you could imagine. In one place, I met my mother. She demanded to know what was going on like any competent mother would do, so I lended my knowledge to her. She and I both bolted after hearing the mighty thump of the Nazi's footsteps marching toward us. In no time we were stopped. Stranded in between the powerful waters of nature, and the fierce, demanding Nazis that would never let us go under any circumstances. Then, something even more bizarre appeared, my family. My granny, grandpa, aunt, uncle, sister, brother, mother, and father all stood before me. I thought nothing of it, considering the Nazis were about to kill me in any way possible. Traumatic thoughts flowed throughout my head. The first thought that popped in my head was "Why am I still alive. How have I made it this far?” Secondly, I remembered my lovely past. With the only friend I had. Hitler's son. The man about to kill me was my best friend's father. I was traumatized. My life literally flashed before my eyes. All the sudden I arrived back into reality. I was being forced onto a platform with my sister. We stood right above the roaring currents of the almighty river that flowed beneath our very feet. I felt as if I only had a few more precious moments to live. To hold onto my life. Being there with my sister did help me, no doubt, but I was still traumatized. My aunt panicked and yelled at the Nazis to let us go. To take her captive instead of us two 13 year old girls that had a fulfilling life to live. I noticed we had no restraints. Nothing to hold us back. No ropes, ties, or cuffs. Just standing there at our own free will to run. My sister made the dreadful decision to run. Hilter fired his handgun and she was gone. She fell off the platform in an unconscious mess, and was carried off by the swift currents of the rushing waters of hell. The trauma I had just faced was unbearable. I was about to break down. But a thought instantly registered into my mind. I must be strong for my deceased sister. I could not fall into that stream with her and be another lifeless soul in the waters that had just carried her away. I wanted to retrieve that lifeless soul of hers, and carry it on with the rest of my fulfilling life I shall live. Then, I peered over the platform. Something then came to my attention. An area of water that appeared motionless. Like nothing had never affected it. Neither a rock nor a fish. Nothing. A splendid idea came to me. To plummet off the display place of my death, and fall into the area of water that was absent of motion. That would be my ultimate solution. The only way I could possibly think to live under the circumstances held before me at this moment. Hitler then fired a silver bullet at my chest. All of the sudden. "Bam!” My altitude was quickly deteriorating as I clashed face to face with the powerful wind. Shoving at me, trying to boost me back up to the platform. Ultimately, the wind was failing. "Smack!” I hit the cement-like water. I was then knocked unconscious. A dream. That's what I had. It was where I was challenged to do something. To go sky diving. My peers at school are the ones that delivered this challenge to me. I was then on a plane. Staring over the edge. Staring at what looked like a whole world of white fluff. A world that if you entered, you would never find your way out of. Being carefully inspected by my fellow peers. It seemed as if they were trying to push me out of the plane by looks. Like a laser would fire out of their eye and chase me off the plane. Because of the immense pressure, I scanned my parachute for any errors. If there were any mistakes, it would lead to certain death. I then noticed how eager my peers were to see me jump. So I did. I soared through the clouds. I felt as if I could fly. I realized my altitude was decreasing. I decided it would be the ideal time to release my parachute. I tugged at the chord that was supposed to free my parachute from its bundled-up position. Unfortunately, it did not open. I then found myself yanking at the chord. The yanking then progressed into what seemed like a messy dance routine. Like a dance routine that you are just practicing for the first time. Full of problems and errors. I kept yanking and pulling, never seeming to get the dance routine right. It would not open. I had a few more thoughts drift throughout my mind. "What if my peers disarrayed my parachute to purposely dispose of me? What if they meant for this to happen?" Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts. They travel throughout the mind you were given. You think of them as a gift. But in certain situations, you plead and plead for them to go away. Thoughts. Horrible things at that. Thoughts seem to lend you misconceptions about the world, and they hand you things you would never want to think of happening. But with my luck, they happen. I am now plunging down farther and farther. All the way down to the place we call Earth. Right as I’m about to strike the ground I reenter reality. I am face down in a pool of algae that is contaminated with species of insects and plant life. Disgusting. And to think I’ve been basically drinking from this pool of muck. I stand up and spit out the substance. "What I would do for a toothbrush." I think. It turns out that the pool of water I thought to be a wonderland, wasn't so lovely. I peer upward, covering my eyes from the beaming light of the sun. "How am I going to get back to shore?" This thought registers through my head multiple times. I decide I will just trudge through the mucky waters and hope I don't get carried off by the rushing current. I guess Hitler and his crew should be gone by now, so I head out. It doesn't take long until I reach land. I feel like yelling at the top of my lungs. Screaming and cursing at the world for what has happened to me and my sister. I will never forget this dreadful day. I trace my way back to society. I am hopeful to find new opportunity in life, now that I know the unthinkable has happened. My sister is gone. The funeral is incredibly sad, and many are distraught, but amazingly I am still a living person. Still growing. Still breathing. Still appreciating life for what it is. Some days I still miss my sister, and some days I cry my eyes out. But I will not let that defeat me in my quest to carry on my sister's soul. It will live, and die with me. I hope for it to live on forever, and for that little flame that fuels it, to never die out.

Swirlfire a dit :

When I was dreaming multiple times in a row, and finally woke up in the real world. o3o