|I drew this hydra for a film strip I did for this story.|
When I was in the first grade, I had this recurring dream. So, when it came time to do a writing assignment in class, I wrote about it. It’s kind of cute, so I thought I’d share it with you. My first grade teacher, Mrs. Shea, was impressed.
This dream is sort of a nightmare, yet sort of a dream, so we will call it a Dream-mare or a Night Dream. Well, this story’s characters are my family (the Spences), our friends (the Percys) and myself. Now, for the story.
A hydra was terrorizing Santa Rosa. And I was the only person who could help Santa Rosa. I told a machine repairman. But he only said, “Bug off, Kid!”
I told an astronaut. But he said, “You have a great imagination, kid!”
I told everyone but they didn’t listen.
Then I told my family and our friends, the Percys. They listened. So we went to a subway and into an empty water pipe, which let to a tunnel. We followed the tunnel for about three hours to a candle-lit table in the dark, damp tunnel.
On the table was a big roast chicken, applesauce and carrot sticks. For dessert were a chocolate fudge cake, apple pie and mocha fudge ice cream. Yum. Yum.
We ate like we would never eat again. Then we went on for about two hours. And there in our mist was the end of our travel, the doorway to happiness.
I never finish this dream every time I dream it. So if you want to, you can finish it on another piece of paper.