Dreams are literally horrible for me. If I ever meet a genie, the second thing I would wish for is to NOT have dreams, even good dreams. The first wish would be to make me normal. But that is just way too good to be true.
Good dreams can sometimes be worse than nightmares. In some dreams, I have a boyfriend, I am normal, I have wonderful conversations with people, and I dance like you would not believe. I have always dreamed of dancing. When I was seven, my mother took me to see the Nutcracker, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen since. The thing that kills me is that I can only dream about doing that kind of stuff. Therefore, I hate dreams.
They always say, chase your dreams. Do what you believe. Ya. Easy for you to say.
People just don't get it, they don't understsand. *Ugh, not again*
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It was dark, an ally. The night was chilly. Definiatly not in my neighborhood in nice sunny Florida. I heard the echoing sound of footsteps, and panicked. Then I panicked as I noticed that they were mine. Oh wait, this usually happens in my dreams. Darn.
I had know idea where I was going, all I know was that I was pulled by some force to turn and go through what seemed like a maze to my destination. The odd thing was that every wall looked exactly the same, no cracks, no chalk or graffiti. And I couldn't see the top of the bulidings...or walls. But hey, this was a dream.
Let me just warn you, this dream is about to become PG-13.
I finally came to a clearing. There was some lights so I could see what was happening. (Thanks a lot lights) At first, the image was blurry, who knows why, but then it came into view.
Oh. My. Stars.
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Haha, cliffhanger. That's it. -Felicity
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Just Me
Genç Kurgu"Ever feel like no one understands you? I'm sure everyone goes through this. The only annoying thing is when people complain about not being understood. Because if anyone should be complaining, it's me." -Faith Crinston
