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The Dream of Red Sands

I went up the dark and white stair cases of my apartment, with keys ready in hand, upon arriving at the black door that leads into my house. The echoing sounds, of my door unlocking could be heard throughout the hall, as my black entrance opened slowly, and creaked ever so feverishly. I entered my house at approximately 3:03, and said my greetings to my father who was on the couch and my brother who was on the computer. I went into my small room and laid on my bed and looked at the sun that was penetrating my window then with eyes halfway closed started to dream*. *I’m in an unknown field surrounded by Red Sands, but the dream was a little hazy; I looked around and saw what looked like to be a white school house, but it was devastated and dirtied by the little storm of red sands that seemed to circle around it and me. Then I heard the laughter of a child but there was no one around. Then I heard the laughter of another and another, and then they started to appear one by one, children’s around the age of 5, 7, or 9. They seemed be playing a game, a game of baseball in an apocalyptic world, and suddenly they vanished like little red storm clouds. The dream, my dream started to become clearer and clearer, I started to run and run thinking this would somehow make this dream of mine into a reality, my hands were now stretched out towards a sun that to was red. I could actually feel the red sands blowing on my face, my hands, my hands were now about to break the barrier between dream and reality. Then I heard my name being called. My dream vanished like the red sand tornadoes, and I awoke, but my hands were stretched out towards the sun that was penetrating my window. ^this actually happened to me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/8/2010 9:14:00 AM
well done, what a dream , i call it a dream out loud when one finds them self participating in the dream to reality,..p.d
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