The Day I Will Start The Dream

Emmy Laybourne’s Monument 14, follows the main character Dean Greiber who is a junior in highschool living in the city of Monument, Colorado. Although the flow of the book is a little disconnected at times, the development of the major/minor characters was truly astounding throughout the book. The book starts out quite quickly with a weather phenomenon. The destructive hailstorm cause two buses to violently crash into each other with Dean and his brother on board. Immediately, the remaining students ranging from elementary school to highschool take refuge in a store with absolutely no adults to look after them. Not only did the hailstorm cause widespread destruction, it also disrupted a nuclear power plant causing extremely dangerous chemicals

Breakfast was over so It was time for the rest of the day to come.

“Ruling passions”, passions that an individual has when they are given the opportunity to hold an extraordinary amount of power, will lead to the demise of the individual if the power is abused. Macbeth a play written by Shakesphere is clearly a tragedy.There are many factors which contribute to the degeneration of Macbeth of which three will be discussed. The three

"It's just the storm." I reminded myself under my breath. Nearly at the end of the hallway the lights were snuffed out and my stomach exploded. I flicked my torch on limiting my view to a small tunnel of light in front of

After a seconds I started to feel the tips of my ears starting to get hot, very hot. I ignored the feeling for a bit but as we kept putting the fire out it got worst. About five minutes of went by before we had the fire knocked down and we were able to walk out of the building and we walked outside it was pouring rain. I had walked over to the where we had placed our tools from before and started taking my gear off. I remember reaching up to my ear and feeling the skin all burnt up from the steam that was produce from the fire but I didnt care i had a smile from burnt ear to burnt

Then suddenly, I got up and tried to find a way out. But, after hours of searching and pounding, I decided to give up. I was exhausted and fell

When I opened my eyes again, I couldn’t see anything as the smoke was hiding my sight but I could see the hotel I was in collapsed into halves, burning. People yelled for help. Suddenly a huge crashing sound attacked my ears and the sky turned into grey.

I searched the upper level for any electrical outlet. I finally found one on a support column then I laid my bags down, plugged in my phone and called for that sweet voice I’d been longing to hear.

Lunch- 1:42pm at home: Late lunch after grocery shopping. Drank 2 glass of water. Feel so full. Now, study time.

Everyone in the world has had at least one dream in their lifetime. Most people don’t think much about the dreams they have, unless they are recurring. Most people today wake up from a dream or nightmare saying, “thank heaven that was a dream,” or “too bad that was just a dream.” Many times these dreams or nightmares have more meaning than we think.

I then woke up in my room, at first I thought it was a dream a nightmare. I thought that until I saw the two dolls on my bed. They looked like my parents they then spoke, they had the same voices as them. They repeated the same thing over and over again “Revenge Revenge Revenge”.

Waking up, today was the day I would go on my trip I had everything packed and ready. So was Miguel but he didn't know that I was ready for the trip as well.

I had a dream not long ago, perhaps a week or so before the year 10 yearlies started. It was a particularly odd dream. A dream that could be classified as a nightmare but at the same time not scary enough. A dream that reflected reality yet it had many crazy elements that suggests otherwise. But one thing for sure though, it was not a particularly pleasant dream.

That was not a good start to the morning especially since it’s half an hour earlier than the time I would usually wake up at. No big deal, it was my fault for not setting my alarm clock last night.

    It was 4.30 A.m and I had a bad dream. As a 5 year old child,  I always went to my mom after I had a bad dream and relied on her for comfort. This bad dream was particularly scary and I didn't know what to do.  I went to my mom’s room and when I touched her she began shaking in agonizing pain--something was wrong, I screamed, and I ran into my room and hid under my covers. I felt tears running down my face and chills flooding in on my arms and legs. Then I heard sirens and I tried to drown them out, but they kept ringing in my ears for what seemed like forever.