I rarely dream. It happens so infrequently, I actually sometimes wish to have one! Most of my dreams are really short and confuse me. Sometimes the reason why they confuse me is because they are so realistic, I can’t remember if it didn’t actually happen or not. For example, one time I had a dream where I went downstairs and got the last cookie from the box. That’s all the dream was! I only know it was a dream because there was a cookie left when I woke up that day. However, the dream I am about to talk about was definitely neither short nor realistic.
So far in my life, I have (knock on wood!) only had the flu once, back when I was in 5th grade. I didn’t get out of bed that day, therefore I slept for most of it. That’s when I had this dream. Having it during the flu isn’t why I really remember it. I remember it because it was weird! First of all, it was long-much longer than any of my other dreams. It seemed to go on forever! Perhaps having the flu is why this dream is much longer than any other ones that I have had before. It was also weird because of the content of the dream. It was a random hodgepodge of things.It took place in Colonial America, in terms of clothing and atmosphere, but it featured the ghost of Martha Washington, who didn’t die until after the Revolutionary War ended. Martha Washington was another weird part of it. Her ghost sat in a rocking chair next to George Washington’s bed. Ghost George himself was lying in it. I distinctly remember waking up annoyed at the historic accuracy. Martha Washington, I learned when I had visited Mount Vernon the previous year, never went into his room after he died. Honestly, I think part of the reason why I remember this dream is also because of my annoyance at the historic accuracy!
The rest of the dream was very weird as well. I watched the dream through my own eyes, but I wasn’t actually a character in the story. Instead, the main character that I followed was a girl about my own age. I believe her, and a bunch of other colonial-looking, but apparently also not-colonial, people were trying to follow a mystery. I remember being very confused, not knowing what they were doing either during the dream nor when I woke up. I still don’t know, and considering this is a dream, I don’t think I’ll ever know! The only think I know for certain is that the girl saved a group of kittens. I think I remembered this well because then, and now, I love cats!
This dream was a wild ride for me when I first had it. Clearly, it has stuck with me for 8.5 years, and it still confuses me to this day!
This is the assignment that I created this blog post for:
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