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Dreams : A Personal Essay On Dreams And Dreams

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Dreams. What are dreams? Dreams are good. Right? Dreams are our goals. Dreams are good. All the people who say that forgot to mention that nightmares too. They forgot to tell us that the ghost that haunt our past and all our fears can come to life if we try hard enough. And our darkest fears are real in this world or another. Smoke and wind. My nose and eyes burns from the all the smoke from the room swirling around me. My first instinct is to run. As I turn around columns of flames encircle me. Then I see a girls on the other side of the flames. I see a beautiful girl with hair as red as fire and eyes as blue as the sea. Her voice dripping like honey as she spoke everything around me faded. “You will go to the land of the forgotten. You will find you desire most. The fate of the word is in your hands as it was in your father's. You will face many temptations in your journey, remember what is important. Remember your story and where you came from. I woke up drenched in my own sweat as i heard my mom call for me to wake up. I live in a small 2 bedroom apartment in a bad part of town with my mom and little brother. My mom says I look like dad when he was my age. He died when I was 4 years old. My brother is 4 years younger than me. “Jackson! Wake up now!” My Mom yells from the other side of my door. “I’m up” I moan “Get your brother to school and don’t forget your keys” referring to last week when I was in such a rush that I forgot my keys in the apartment and mom had to

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