and no it was not like Martin Luther King's. I would never claim to be a visionary like him.

My dream was one i often have but this time it was different it had a sense of finality to it.

In my dream, much like the ones in the past, I happily was making my way through the streets ,which were mix and matches of the street ive always loved, towards a building. I was sort of skipping eagerly brushing past the crowds while i weave the little street to get to the building. The building was old much like the colleges in oxford only it wasnt a college it was a place I made up in my mind. In it were rooms for everything. my favorite room was the one you enter from the back and you are greeted by an artifact from the past. This time it was an old stone and wood contraption used to grind ad ferment things. It was then when I and the person explaining about the artifact notice i had no shoes on. I was walking barefoot and I didn't mind.

I exited the artifact room and I walked into the domed room where, streaming along the ceiling where all my hopes and dreams. There they were hugging the domed ceiling ribbons of phrases in an earthy reddish brown moving along a backdrop of white. I walked on towards the galleries of painting and portraits but i did not enter. i made my way to the new wing. There, in the past were things all happy and new. Things like paintings, toys, new ideas and thoughts. Usually brightly kit and shiny, the entrance this time was Grey and shadowed. I slowly entered the hall and found that they had not changed the exhibits in a year. That saddened me so i walked out into the street decided I would visit my aunt. I was raining and I didn't mind so walked on bare feet and all and crossed all the intersection with no mind to the traffic but always stopping in the middle watching out not get hit by a big green truck.(????????) As I made my way to her home someone wanted to race with me. I was on foot and he on a bike(??????????). I said yes, why not and so we raced till i found my aunt and her friends walking on the street. funny enough my challenger disappeared and i have no idea who won.

I walked with my aunt and her friend awhile and noticed that the sun had come out and it no longer rained. we walked through the fields. Then all of a sudden in a sudden rush of sadness I began to cry. not the cute crying you see on tv but that painful sobbing that makes it hard to breath. My Aunt asked me what was wrong. I simply said : I wont be able to come back here anymore.


I wonder what that dream meant? Im sad though because i loved that place imagined or no.


Its Tuesday, i should be getting ready for school but im not. so now i will...