The Dream that Came Alive
By Julia Brooks
G
Normandale
One day I fell into a dream and started spinning all around. When I had stopped to twirl and spin, I looked to see what I could see but all it was was blue.
Then a fell a foot or two. The world came into focus. And there and then I saw the thing I liked best, among the bed of daffodils, the little spot of roses, I saw a large pink mushroom with yellow spots all over it. And when I hit that soft grassy ground I sat right under it, peacefully, just sitting there.
Then a hole opened right under me.
The hole was huge and black. It pulled me, totally, against my will. I tried to scramble out, but it pulled me down down down. I was falling through tunnel after tunnel until I hit the hard rock floor. I felt dizzy. I swayed, but pulled myself up. I stood in the middle of a hall lit by torches which blazed in my eyes as I walked down the hall, thoughts flung in my head about what happened, about wanting to be back in my soft bed, and wondering how I would ever get out.
Suddenly I was jerked out of my thoughts to find a giant ant. A rock, a rock was all I had to defend myself. I threw it straight at the ant’s head. In a minute I knew I had made a mistake. About one hundred more ants emerged from the dark. They chased me through the tunnels, their pinchers at my heels. I ran as fast as I could until I saw a round circle of light. I climbed out the hole to find myself in my room. To find myself sitting up in my bed looking straight at a little ant farm on my dresser.