Updated: Jul 21, 2022
Kayla, a 7th grader from California wrote this personal narrative about her dream world and real world in a writing course she took with Eduling International Academy. The information about Eduling courses is at the end of this post.
Have you ever had a dream that was, for a lack of a better word, “a series?” A dream that spans for over one night with characters, a plot, or a theme. Some are nightmares, and some are good dreams. I would like to tell you about one that I had, and has stayed with me ever since.
The dream series, as I like to call it, first started out as me waking up in this dream world. It was a world where fantasy was real, and where demons, angels, dragons, and creatures of anyone's wildest dreams resided. I was a battle leader, waking up in a kingdom that was in a war with another kingdom. I dressed in clothes and armor, and I didn’t eat breakfast. I ran to the segment I led that was going to war. The segment was a small part of the army I controlled. I got there early, and I waited for my troop to arrive. When they arrived, I gave them a small pep talk. I said, “Look around. Our land, the people in the land, this is what we are fighting for.” Yes, I was very sappy. When we marched out, the battle took 15 hours, and when we needed water, we would have to run back to our side, and try and find a water bottle, drink, then put it down, and keep fighting. My dream character needed less water and food than regular humans, so I only experienced that once, but it was scary as heck. After the battle, the kingdoms came to an agreement. I didn’t know what it was, but they did. Then I woke up.
The next day, I was a different character, and this time I was part of a different kingdom, the kingdom that I was battling in my previous dream. I wasn’t part of the war. Instead, I was a “healer.” A doctor basically. I really didn’t like it as I saw so many awful things, like people losing limbs to survive, people just dying outright, and when I woke up, I was happy that it was over. The next night, I was someone who got stabbed in the chest and became a ghost. I liked that the most, however, as the afterlife is peaceful. I don’t know why, but when I was in my “ghost form” I didn’t feel anything as I watched the war.
I am happy that this world isn’t that dire, and that the wars we wage don’t have to be this gruesome or bloody. I feel bad, however, for the people that have to go into the war and fight for their and many others' very lives.
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