Nonfiction

Dreams. I dream of things far and wide; new things, old things. Dreams are where I see my creativity fly free. From floating through the air to beating a cheetah in a race, dreams are where you can do everything.

While some may say that extraterrestrial entities simply do not exist, others are very much convinced that they do indeed exist such as I. One may come to a conclusion based entirely off of where their information proceeds from.

      Morals.

    When I was younger I had this one dream that kept occurring at random times. It was one of those dreams that you can’t explain what was happening.

Dreaming

For the Fourth of July I go to Seattle to my Grandma and Grandpa's beach house. I get to see all my cousins and most of them are 3-6 years old. During the day you can go to these big firework tents and my uncles get so many fireworks.

 I remember walking home from school one day with my best friend. We were having a funny conversation, and we were both really happy. When we had walked about half of what we were supposed to walk, this woman came out of her house. 

I have had the same dream before. This dream was me walking around outside and then all of a sudden I fell in a big hole like Alice in Wonderland, but I just kept falling. When I am falling I feel butterflies in my stomach.

I witness injustices often now. How come when we learned about the thirteenth ammendment they just "forgot" to mention how it turned the prison system into slavery?