My Dream

My Dream

By: Sofia Anderson

As my head rests against the pillow,

All these images and memories come floating to my mind.

Deep feelings that I once felt or still feel,

Take over my mind and soul.
Some horrible feelings are tossed out of my mind,
Like a mouth spitting out food.
I am silent and calm.

For a long time I lay like that,

So still that it looks like I have gone into an eternal sleep.

With one feeling and image my brain makes up a story.

This is it.

I am by myself wandering the streets of a crowded city,
The people are a lot bigger than I am,
They look down on me like I am a toddler.
Then all of a sudden I am on a tiny island.
There are islands all around me,
I am by myself once again.
In the distance I see the city I once walked.
Winds howl and I see a big eagle,
It swoops down and grabs me,
Taking me to the different islands.
At first it was fun,
But then I got sick and tried to get down.
I strangled my way out of it's big talons,
And down I went into the abyss.
I swam back up above the water,
Onto one of the islands that I saw.
I was miles away from the city so I could't swim.
I first panicked,
Then I got all the supplies I needed to make a boat.
When it was ready, I woke up.

I think that dream was a message,
A message that only the one who had it could understand.
At first I thought it was just a meaningless dream that had no purpose.
One that was just too simple to make anything out of.

The message was that the easy way was not always the best way.
In the dream when I was stranded on the island the easy way was the eagle.
When the eagle flew me to the different islands it made me sick.
So that wasn't the best way.
The best way was making the boat and putting some hard work into it.
My dream was like a message in a bottle,
It was valuable and rare.