The Reoccurance

Last night as I lay deep in slumber I had a dream that I vividly remembered when I woke up this, Sunday, morning. It seemed funny to me that the dream that I had was the one I dreamed the night of our assignment, because I have had this dream many times since I was a little girl. It is strange to me that it is a reoccurring dream that always has the same conflict and same resolution and yet I am always unsure what is going to happen next.
It starts of with me playing on the trampoline with my sister. As we bounce, rocketing one another into the blue sky I notice a shadow creeping up over my shoulder. I turn around to find a GIANT standing on the middle street of our 8 shaped neighborhood. I watch as he crushes his hand through my neighbors house living kitty-corner to mine. He pulls the family out, squishing them lightly as we spins them around, flopping their bodies up and down like raggedy-Anne dolls. He does voice overs for them play them out like a scene in a movie. Then he finally sets them down and goes for the next house.
Panic running through my veins, I bolt inside to warn my family of the terrible creature destroying my neighborhood. We all head for the crawl space with flashlights fear, awaiting him to strike our house and move on. Suddenly it happens. Crash, crumble, and crack, the roof of my house is removed like the top slice of bread on a sandwich as he begins to shuffle around our furniture. After rearranging the entire house he picks himself up and staggers on down the street. My family stays hidden in the back of the crawl space but I insist on going outside to check out the situation.
A deadly scream comes from an old house at the end of my road. Its old Mr. Metcalf, never really liked him anyways, the giant however did. He was playing a little to rough with Mr. Metcalf and squished the old man like fresh oranges Florida. But then the unexpected happened, the giant began crying harder than a baby. He places him down on the ground and whimpered at his lifeless body. That is when it hits me that the poor giant just wants someone to play with and that everyone is too intimidated by his size. So I ran back into the house and come out again with a perfectly blown up red balloon. i march right down the street and approach the beast. "Here you are" is all I say, while the giant looks at me with confusion. He grabs the balloon from me and cracks a smile. After that he stands up again and walks to the field bordering our houses and sits down with his red balloon and never bothers our neighborhood again. Then I jolt awake.
I have tried to Analise this dream many times but all I can decipher is that I really don't care for Mr. Melcalf. Let me know what you think :)

Emily Dickinson "Because I could not stop for Death"

This poem is one of my favorites! I can remember reading it in high school for the first time and feeling completely lost but after picking it apart I came to enjoy the wonderful darkness presented that brings peace to mind. By accepting Death we can live a more free life and by welcoming it when the time comes, we can pass on with a sigh of relief as
"We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess-- in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--
Or rather--He passed Us"

:) my personal favorite part about the poem

e. e. cummings "in Just"

I enjoyed this poem. One of my favorite parts is how he connected the names "eddieandbill" and "bettyandisbel" whether he actually knew people with these names or not, there are definitely some people that just go so well with someone else that it is almost difficult to picture them apart.

Attempt #1

My first blog, I really hope it works!