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Author's note: An actual dream inspired me to write this and I want to make the transitions from dream to dream,...  Show full author's note »
Author's note: An actual dream inspired me to write this and I want to make the transitions from dream to dream, kind of jerky. If you are really having a dream, the transitions wouldn't be smooth.  « Hide author's note
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Journey

My eyes open and I see a golden-white gold seeping through my window. I thought I was sitting at the window and I can feel that I'm back in my bed. How on earth did I get back in my bed? I suppose mother put me back into bed. I walk over to the window and open it gently. A strong force bangs open the windows and the edge collides with my forehead. My hand is on my forehead and it feels sticky. My hand pulls away and it's covered in blood. I fall onto the floor and a strong wind is making the white curtains fly. Lots of fog is pouring into my room and covering he dirty hardwood floor. I seem to fall onto the ground and I stand up. I'm a lot smaller than I remember and I look up. My body is sitting, propped up, on the wall and I have shrunk. I'm way down here and my bigger body is floating out of the window. "Wait come back." My body is suspended in the middle of the window and the curtains flying around my pale flesh. Then I float up in the air and turn over and over. I'm floating towards my body and my blue eye is growing larger. A golden light is flickering in my eye and a sea of tears are rolling in my iris. I shrink and soon am engulfed by the tears in my eyes.
I drop into the sea and I try to swim. Cars are driving in the sea and boats are driving on the sand. The harder I try to swim, the more I sink and I can't breathe. All of a sudden I am absorbed into a green fog and I can finally breathe. I wonder through the deep green fog and I can't see where I'm going. All of a sudden, a red heart runs past me and it's holding a blue umbrella over itself. I try to run after it but I get lost and then all of the fog seems to be evaporating. I am left inside a white cube: there are no doors, and there are no windows. I scale up the walls on my hands and feet, there's nothing there. I crawl on the ceiling with my knees and there's still no way out. I fall onto the ground and sit on my knees.
"Somebody help I'm all alone," I cry into the empty space. All of my words don't come out of my mouth verbally. My words come out of my mouth in giant colorful letters. My shaking hands fall to the ground and I scream. The walls and ceiling begin to shake. The walls fall apart and the ceiling caves in, everything shatters as if it is made of glass. All that's left is the white floor and everything around me is black.
A distant sound of music grows louder and my surroundings begin to reveal itself. Everything is in shades of black, white, and grey. Pyramids of glasses are being filled with Champaign and white butlers are carrying more trays of liquor. All around me are drunk, laughing, and smiling faces. Everyone is dancing the swing and people appear to be talking. No words catch my ears and all I hear is the tempo of the music. I move over and stand in the corner. Women are dresses and the men are in suits.
A man with curly hair and light eyes walks up to me and offers me his hand. I think he's asking me to dance and I give him my hand. He leads me onto the dance floor and we swing to the music. I never knew I could dance like this and he smiles at me, kindly. All of a sudden the temp changes and everyone stops dancing. He lets go of me and kisses my hand. We all gather around a staircase and a woman is talking. She waves her hands and I think she's introducing someone. Everyone claps but no one comes down. The music turns tense and horrifying. The lady goes upstairs and she comes down carrying a limp body. She lays the body in the middle of the dance floor and a dagger is in that poor woman's heart.
The man who asked me to dance: melts by her side and cries into her chest. Police guards come in and examine the body. The make a gesture that the murderer cut his or her hand. Everyone is forced to remove his or her white gloves and to stand in a line. I stare at the body and she looks exactly like me. I back up and look into a mirror, panicking. A face of a stranger stares back and me and her hand is tied up in a bloody cloth.
Now I'm really panicking and I back away while the guard's back is towards me. The crying man looks up and sees me. He points me out and rushes towards me. He bangs me to the wall and pins my arm up high. Then he takes off the cloth and he sees a bleeding slash in my palm. He appears to be shouting at me and he douses my head in Champaign. He grabs a dagger and raises it up to my throat. I shut my eyes tight and do not wish to see the silver flash of the dagger, which will result in my death.
All of a sudden I fall backwards and land on something thin and rod. A long skirt falls into some liquid and gets weighed down. Tips of my fingers dangle on top of the liquid. I open my eyes and the liquid is water. I get up slowly and my back hurts from lying on this log. I balance my way up and wander into the forest. My feet are bare and ache with the snapping of each branch. My arms are bear and the thing straps hold the dress to my body. It protects my skin from dirt but it doesn't protect my skin from cold. I clutch my arms and run through the forest, breathing hard. I'm trying to find something or someone; I don't know what it is. I see a blood trail and I follow it. The blood gets thicker and more puddles of it appear. I see a dark form on the dirt and I melt beside it. It's the boy I danced with: his hair is curly and blond, his eyes are baby blue, and his pale skin is stained with dry blood.
"No," I gasp. I tear open his shirt and he has muscles. I place my ear on his chest but I can't hear is heart. I put my fingers in his throat in wrists; I can't feel his pulse. I stand up and tears drip down my nose, freezing my face. All of a sudden I hear music and I'm on a dance floor. Dolphins are standing on their tails and dogs are standing on their back legs. They are waltzing around me and twirling. I hear donkeys making their sounds of approval. I squint my eyes and donkeys are our audience today. The dance floor clears and a cat and a monkey start dancing the tango. A few minutes later; the dolphins and dogs return. Some of them dance with me and I see his face again. I try to dance my way over to him but he keeps getting dragged away by the other dancing animals. Then penguins start to dance Hammer Time.
"Hey." I try to dance my way over to him but there's something not going right. I do a pirouette and I fall down, down, down. Cold air is making my eyes water and I fall onto hard ground. I'm in a bright orange I look up and I'm in a huge cage, it's right next to a lake. I grab a tin can on the floor and start to bang on the bars.
"Hello," I call. "Is anyone there?" No one answers me except the whispering of the wind. I see a movement in the bushes and I freeze. "Is anyone there?" Still no one answers me. "Who's there?" A figure moves into my field of vision and he's wearing all black and white. His hair is curly, blond, most of it is concealed by a black cap, and his blue eyes are visible through the black mask. He throws something against the bars and it explodes. All of the bars fall down and I step out. I head towards him but he disappears.
I'm running through a forest and the trees have feet. They are dancing and I seem to be dancing around them, they are singing too.
"Don't go breaking my heart," they all sing in unison. I see him again and he's dancing, not singing. I try to dance my way over to him but it's no use. I try to run to him but the trees disappear. In the middle of a treeless forest, is a huge pink doll box. Inside it is a clown and it's holding a rubber kitchen. All of a sudden, the eyes open wide and they look mad. It starts to bounce inside the box and the box is moving towards me. There's a hole in the plastic and the clown is swinging the rubber chicken at me. I fall on my but and on a tree stump.
I am sitting in a white chair and in a classroom. All of the students have white hair, yellow eyes, and different colored skin. Some have blue skin, some have pink skin, some have yellow skin, and some have burgundy skin ex. The teacher has purple hair, a white puffy dress green skin, and blue eyes. She's writing on the wall with mud and everyone is staring at me. Suddenly they all throw rubber chickens at me and I run out of the classroom.
A silk blue dress is on my body and flowing behind me, as I run. Loud and scary voices are shouting. I pant as I try to run faster. I turn my head this way and that. Knights in blood red armor are chasing me on horses. My dress tears and I trip over it. One of the knights snatches me up, ties my hand, and puts a cloth in my mouth. We ride through a weird looking forest and there are the dancing trees again. We ride faster and everything becomes blurry. We come outside a castle and they shove me into a chamber and tie me up to a pole. I'm so tired and my body goes limp and my eyes shut. Terrified shrieks awake me from my slumber and I look up. The bricks are falling apart and as if they are made out of legos. My knight in shining armor is chopping them down with his sword of iron. He runs to me and cuts loose the ropes. He takes out the gag and kisses my cheek. Then he grabs my hand and we run outside. A guard meets us and an arrow kills my knight.
I'm at a carnival and the sky is bright orange. A lady is wearing a dress made of straw, popcorn jewelry, and a french-fry hat. I'm in front of the game where you throw the ball and the person falls in the water. He's way up there and there's no water tank. I'll hit the target and he'll fall into my arms. I nail the target and he falls, as he falls he disappears. I walk into a shop and their are a whole bunch of weird cups in their. They were like coffee cups but medal fireflies on the handle.e A hobbit is singing into one of the cups.
"Have to sing into this here magical cup," he said. I end up buying two and I walk out. The girl in the hey dress is back and she shoves me towards another game. She hands a living frog and I am supposed to get it in the bucket. I have to throw it at a guy and so I do. He catches it win his mouth and spits it in the bucket. I seem to be spinning and falling down, like I'm being spat into a dark bucket. Then everything changes and so do I.
Everything is in cartoon for and even I look like a cartoon character. I have a big head, big hair, and the rest of my body is cute and little. All of a sudden, I turn around and see a t-rex dinosaur. I start to run and it runs after me.
"Why are you running from me?" the dinosaur asks. "I only wanted to give you some tea."
"Oh okay," I say and come to a holt. He pours me some Earl Gray tea and we drink it. I look up; he's wearing a top hat, a bow tie, and monocles.
"My, my I have to go," he says and prances off, all joyful. I pour more tea than I should and all of a sudden The Mad Hatter appears.
"Oh no, no you've poured far too much tea," he says with a twist of his finger.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I say and then start crying. I look up, he's gone, and I think to myself why am I crying? It's just a spot a tea after all.
"Really?" I ask exasperatedly. I'm alone in a desert: there are a lot of horse and cow sculls. I touch a few of them and the animals come back to life. A horse kicks me and I fly into a car. A giant screen is playing Casablanca, in front of us, and speakers are in the car. He's sitting next to me and his smile is so bright. He leans in and kisses me; he goes on top of me. I look up and an ugly garden gnome is in my face, I shriek in disgust. I shove it away and wipe my lips with a wet cloth. I open the car door, fall out, and land on the floor.
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dragonsandthreeThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 23 at 4:04 pm:
This was really quite interesting and strange. It was different than anything else that I've ever read. 5 stars.
 
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guardianofthestarsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 22 at 9:50 am:
The details were very good. I really liked the dreamyness of it. I gave it 5 stars :)
 
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Paulina I. said...
Mar. 27 at 11:30 am:
It's so imaginative and it really does feel like a dream. Great job:)
 
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CurlyGirl17This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 25 at 7:31 pm:
That was crazy! (In a good way. :) ) It was so creative; I can definitely believe that the idea came from an actual dream- unbelievable things can happen. The imagery was amazing in this story- I think my strengths are characters and dialogue, but my imagery isn't too good. I'd really appreciate getting a comment or advice from you on the first chapter of my story, Metalligirl, from you- you do such a great job!
 
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Something. said...
Mar. 14 at 9:52 pm:
It's not that bad but like what other people have been saying, there's a lot of telling. The person has a lot of things happening to her at once, but she doesn't describe how it feels. I know it's a dream sequence and people might not be able to feel anything or are removed from what's happening, but you might want to state that. Without that little bit of information, she seems like a very indifferent character. You also need to vary your sentences. Sometimes you start wit... (more »)
 
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writer24_7 said...
Mar. 14 at 7:22 pm:
LOVED IT!!! It was very descriptive, good plot, strong hook, just great!  Although you did have a few spelling and grammatical errors, but who doesn't?  We all don't have a professional editor, lol!!! KEEP WRITING!!!
 
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KealliiRayceneThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 14 at 4:21 pm:
The story was good, but I did hear a lot of telling, more than showing, although, you did do an extraordinary job with imagery! (Definitely a round of applause for that) It was a bit random, but I'm the same way, so I can't judge. Am I the only one who thought Alice In Wonderland for the dream part with the tea??
 
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mmb77This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 12 at 10:06 pm:
You have a strong plot, but sometimes it seems like you're trying to force it a bit too much, like your story is trying to be something its not. Clearly you're very talented and if you let the story be itself it will be fantastic!
 
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CammySThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 11 at 4:21 pm:
I really like the story, but it feels like you are telling more than you are showing. Also, the lack of good paragraph breaks makes the story a little hard to follow. Really good plot otherwise, just a couple things to fix.
 
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IMSteelThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 5 at 2:22 pm:
I've only read a little, and the imagery and ideas are really great.  It's just the way you sometimes pull things that were never there, and suddenly are into the story, I would recomend changing this, as it makes the reader trip over the story.  Otherwise, it's really good!  I'll read the rest later, keep writing! PS.  I'll let you know when my story gets approved so that you can read it. 
 
IMSteelThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Mar. 6 at 6:41 pm :
My story has been approved.
 
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E.J.MathewsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 5 at 11:59 am:
I'm sure that this story is really great, but I don't have time to sit and read a novel. I still really want to carry through on my offer, and I really appreiciate you reading my work. Is there anything a little bit shorter you would want me to take a look at?
 
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kbatraThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 3 at 6:41 pm:
Very good... A few places where you spelled something wrong of forgot quotations, but over all an amazing story!
 
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RumBelle said...
Mar. 3 at 4:41 pm:
I love the overall moral to this piece. She learnes a lesson and finds the person she's looking for. It's a very creative way to tell a story. You really captured the dream through the vivid details. I also really love how the transitions were abrupt and jagged. If you think about it, if you are having a real dream, the transitions wouldn't be smooth. For me the funniest part was the penguins dancing Hammertime. Great job and good luck with your writing. I think this should get published because... (more »)
 
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DeenaZaheer said...
Mar. 3 at 2:30 am:
Hey, I liked that your dream had those dancing animals! It reminded me of Alice in Wonderland. Freakish, yet with vivd delights. A delicious read.
 
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Benjamin F. said...
Feb. 23 at 6:35 pm:
good, very good
 
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SkyeRayne_Write said...
Feb. 20 at 1:56 pm:
Great story!
 
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Commenter said...
Feb. 18 at 10:59 pm:
Really good and it wasn't hard to read at all. It was something I wouldn't mind buying one day in a store and keeping it in my bookself at home so I can have it to pick up again one day and re-read it. I consider this a 5 star story. :)
 
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s g r u said...
Feb. 11 at 9:46 pm:
gorgeous alex. i took a minute away from work to read the first page and was swept away! well done you!!!
 
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AugustoG said...
Feb. 11 at 1:14 pm:
This is fantastic! I am in love! One of the best! Keep writing! Because you have a great talent!!!
 
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