Meridith's Dream Short Story

Light rushes through a gap in the curtain flooding into my eyes. Irritated, I roll over onto my side, covering my face with an old pillow that smelt like cheese puffs. Consequently I’m itchy all over, must of left the door open and let the bed bugs bite. Crawling out of bed right leg, searching for the floor to regain reality and get out of bed. Ordinarily my eyes tried adjusting to the bright

Martin woke up the next day in a bed, but not his bed someone else’s bed. He thought to himself where am I, and how did I get here? Martin’s head was aching he didn’t know why his head was hurting so badly. So, Martin got out of the bed, and looked into the mirror.

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.

“Whoa, whoa! Where is this taking us, where, where?” I said as my heart was beating as fast as a runner who finished the Boston Marathon. I was hiking with my family a second ago, and now I am through a wavy transparent wall that made me feel like I was heading through Platform 9 ¾ in Harry Potter. I suddenly was flying through a golden sky that glistened like the sun hitting the ocean. Gracefully I did flips and cartwheels in the air while gold ribbon followed me like ducklings following their mother. Milliseconds later I landed in a grassy field. Cows were harvesting crops and cooking dinner. Straw hats aligned their faces, with brown corduroy overalls splattered in dirt. They smelled like a fertilizer company on a hot summer afternoon.

In this lab, we were applying Newton’s laws of force on a moving object. In this

Later, I lay awake in bed. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and I feel like someone is watching me. I pull the blinds up on the window, but there’s nothing to be seen but darkness. The ‘digi-clock’ on my bedside reads twelve o’ clock. I walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Marc Sarcolo awoke with a start. Rising up, he looked around the room. A lime green, slimy, shining substance happened to be scattered around his once dark room, lighting everything up. While wondering, it took him a brief moment to realize it, but that whirring noise to the left of his head gained his attention. Slowly turning his head and directing his piercing navy eyes to the left, a sky blue light in a cylinder circle shape shined onto his wooden floors. Unfortunetly, the darkness prevented him from noticing anything else. Unconciously jumping out of bed, Marc found himself walking right under the bright light like some invisible object was forcing him too, pushing him. Taking that last step into the beam of light, Marc felt squeezed like

Gret said, “You know after this trip we really need to take another quest back to our village.” And Merrick agreed but knew now’s the time grow strong as a community and was reluctant to give up on all this momentum of the communities bonding and working together. “First things first lets start on strengthening our defenses, the build up the trade routes that Viktoria can use and then I really want to get the word out with only cargo sea captains we can trust to establish this as a friendly trading port.” With Gret, Arik, Clancy and Tomlin standing by they all talked about how they are standing on the forefront of what could become an actual city and they just thought to themselves this is very exciting – but scary. They could tell Merrick

I woke slowly, eyelashes fluttering gently as I blinked my way into reality-- gently rising from the slumber I had plunged into the night before. Sunlight was just barely sneaking through the bamboo blinds of my light pink room, leaving my bed in a shadow of deep purple as if it was afraid to pull me from my dreaming too soon. The room was still chilly and the floorboards a frigid slate of ice as I pulled on the slipper-socks that my mother had set beside my bed, and sleepily padded over to the window.

“But before I start, let me first explain the science behind it,” the host said. This makes you excited. Finally, an explanation for the Foil Ball

To think twenty hours ago I was in the middle seat of a two hour Southwest flight headed to Philadelphia, crammed between two sweaty three hundred pound men. A surge of pressure builds in my lower abdomen from a sprite that I drank before the flight needing to escape, but I sit patiently to avoid the disruption of the man who is occupying the aisle seat . To being in the middle of a lake in deep woods Maine, now being surrounded by the sound of a bullfrog’s bello that resonates through your eardrums, as the soft splash of water from the paddle propelling my uncle and I through the water as we slingshot ourselves to the outer banks of the lake. 20 hours seamlessly changes worlds completely. The feeling of nothing, serenity, isolation, but to

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided

I am shock by what I am seeing now. I find myself flying in the middle of the boundless sky like an eagle. The beauty of the earth is all under my eyes now. I can see the greenish forests, the giant mountains, the empty lands, and the busy cities that are far away. But the most beautiful thing is the blue sky itself where I am in. Suddenly the next moment, I was standing on the roof of a 100-stories tall skyscraper while enjoying my expensive wine and the landscape of the city. When I look down, although I am scared of heights, I see the miniature of pedestrians and cars that are moving around. Travelling in an imagination world is probably the most joyful thing to do in the life. I don’t where I will be next yet, but it will come to my mind when it is the right time.

I suddenly wake up. I am trying to understand where I am and what is happening. I

Dreams can make that empty feeling in someone’s to be filled with satisfaction, even when not real. But, these gifts of ultimate pleasure and fulfilling needs can take a very dark turn, bringing all of someone’s deepest fears and secrets out like a bottle that has tipped over. You can see the thing you’re most afraid of chase you through the shadows or something you’ve been hiding all your life popping out in the middle of a perfect dream, destroying it completely and filling you with so much guilt. Frankie had thought that she would have one of these dreams one days, but her nights were filled with calming dreams and she knew something was wrong. Everyone got nightmares, but she didn’t. She has never gotten those night terrors that made her skin crawl once she woke up. No blood-curdling cries ever escaped her throat when she woke up from an intended nightmare. She had recently studied a type of dream called “Lucid Dream”, in which you can control what could happen inside your dream, being able to go anywhere she’d like and talk to whomever she wanted. The problem is the small side effects, like dissociation and addiction. But, whatever it took, she wanted to control her dreams.