I have four dreams to tell. I had three dreams in one night, and I had one in the past couple of days (sorry, I forgot to update):

I was wearing a white, gorgeous gown, white gloves, white shoes, and a crown that hanged on the top of my head. My hair didn't flow over my shoulders; it was more in the shape of a bun. Somewhat, I was in a church, and in my hands, I carried a box that was covered in white linen from the inside. Somehow, it felt like it was a tradition. When I looked up, I saw people who sat on the second level, where they are supposed to be as guests. And I was supposed to raise my box, and they are to drop money directly down to my box, and I figured that they wanted me to spend this money wisely. It was exciting. It finds out that this was my 'Quincenera', and being one means I have to go to mass in the chapel. Quite strange how things are with me...

In this world, it takes me back about ( I-don't-know) how many years, but it's all about slavery. Lol. Finds out that instead of capturing blacks, it's the whites! Even Mexicans including, cuz I was one. It was quite weird, cuz it was the opposite than I thought it would be, and they got me! And I remembered that I was chained to three other people, two boys and another girl. As I entered to this field, where tree branches hunged over like if it was enclosing from within, I stared at a ladybug, that stood still on a leaf of a bush. How wonderful it would be to be free like that...

I was at a fair, alone, and it was becoming real late, and there wasn't that much people around. I don't know why I would come alone, or maybe to at least have some fun, cuz I held a bear (maybe cuz I won it as a prize?) Suddenly, a boy that is quite younger and smaller than me gave me all these cute gifts, and when he saw that I had puzzled look, he knew that I was asking "what's all this?" He told me that it was from someone, and then he left. I had a cell phone on my pocket, and it rang. I answered it, but I forgot what I said or what he said. I felt like this guy was stocking me, and I knew who it was. He wasn't that bad-looking of a guy, and he was fat, well, not that fat, actually, he's not bad looking at all. I felt confused now, cuz I don't know. It feels like if I know this guy, but only in a dream...

Last but not least, this is my final dream. I was at home, and I was on my way to Harbor College, cuz later on, it was because there was a party over there. Phillip, Lupe, Alice, Chieko, and many other people were there. It was late at night though, since the sky was dark and the hall lights were bright white. I held Phillip's hand, and I heard music somewhere, and were dressed like whatever, like we usually do, cuz it was nothing too formal (cuz there weren't any teachers, and neither was Ms.Adams there). It was just a party for ourselves...

Someone told me a story about a cat who came back from the dead, and I wanted to know if that was true.

For some reason, I was reading a book, and I saw a picture of a cat (I forgot what color it was). I don't remember what had happened to it, but in the next scene, the cat was injured really badly, covered in blood. But as I turned the page, I saw a picture of the grave, and I knew that the cat had died. But what freaked me out the most is that I saw, on the right page, a paw coming out of ground!!! Once again, I turned the page, and the cat was seen standing on two legs, like a human, and it looked horrible!!! It came back to life to have a revenge on someone - I guess cuz he was holding a knife. I wasn't sure if this was based on a true event, but I so freaked out that I had to stop reading and looking at this horrible book. I can't imagine a cat actually doing that. Scary...

Some nightmare it was...

I know I was a high school student..... so what am I doing here in my middle school?

It felt so real... and it was all seen so lucid; I can see every detail of this picture. I was in my old P.E clothes - blue sweat pants, yellow shirt with the school's emblem, (or whatever you call it) printed on. I felt weird, and quite uncomfortable. I knew I was the only high school student on that school yard. Mr. Maravel was the P.E. teacher, and he looked at me in the strangest way that I have never seen before. He was challenging me somehow, trying to make people feel worthless of themselves cuz they weren't able to do anything miraculous. He would throw a ball across the yard, and he would make them run after it; however, you were supposed to run as fast as you can to beat the record. Tough, you say? Ha! I just laughed inside my mind. You can't mess with this girl. Oh no. I am just the right competative girl that can ever be. Heck, I can do many things that no other girl can do, since they were pointless to me in proving that we girls are sissy towards the guys. Nuh-huh. I'm different - I'll prove that girls can be as tough & strong as the guys, no matter what the goal is. Is that what Mr.Maravel was viewing me as? Compared to him, he thinks he is quite the strong man and he was making us feel puny. I was next..... He threw the ball, and I ran as fast as possible. The question is, did I prove my statement? I really don't know myself. That was the end of my dream....

I remember it very well... It was so clear, and yet oh so real. I thought it was true, but it was only a dream.

There was You. We pretty much ignored eachother almost everyday, but somehow, when we sat close to eachother, we started to talk! I mean, just out of the ordinary, we started talking! And we laughed! We were actually laughing after all this time when we weren't together. It was quite weird... but it was great.

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Then the scene changes and I'm at the beach. Xenia was there, and she was surfing! She was pretty good, too. So I asked her if I can try it out, and I was so excited. She said Yeah and I got in the water and I actually surfed! It was quite strange, but I did good. She said that I was great, almost like a pro. I'm still shocked from it, I mean, I never surfed in my whole life, and the first time I did well! Weird, huh? Anyways, it was just only a dream...

Something was up, and I know I know, in my dream, cuz of how the way I started getting ready to leave. I don't know what is up within my head, in my dream, but I was going somewhere.

It was dark, I suppose it was night. My mom was driving, and Gaspar was in the back seat. I was at the front as well. Strange... I had a list in my hand. When I read it, I tried to make sense into it. I think I wrote this poem...

Strangely enough, we arrived at a parking lot within our school, the one from my middle school (just like it!), and I saw other students.... rehearsing for something. I saw four girls wearing the samething, and there were other people I couldn't remember.

That's when I overheard it. "Are you ready for the talent show?" Who asks? It was Ms.Martin!

"Yup!" They were excited.

[That's when it hits me in my head from my reality world] I was gonna be part of this talent show! The paper in my hand... my writing... my thoughts... my poem! I was going to read a poem in front of a large audience! But I seemed fine... and not nervous... like I should be.

Ms.Martin came up to me and said, "I edited a few things on your poem. It's really short, and yet, hard to understand."

"Thanks", I said. When I looked at it, I saw red markings all over the paper, but not a lot of mistakes. When I read it, I knew my poem was gonna suck, but I tried to think what I was going to tell how I really felt. It was hard, and I don't know why I signed up in the first place. That's when I went into this building, and into the backstage. I stayed there, trying to correct my work, and it was just hard. I wanted to add stuff, but it was just disorganized. So I then told myself, "Heck, I'll go with what I have." The only thing I remembered reading this in my dream was 'Rendez-vous' and 'And I'm throught with You' (for my ending). Hmm...

So I was up next, and that's when I got real nervous. Another strange thing was that I was wearing my soccer team jersey, and I was like wtf? This is what I was gonna wear, or did I forget that it was the day of the talent show? So I looked underneath, and thank goodness I had a shirt on. So I took off the jersey and went with wearing a black shirt. Good enough. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. I wanted Lance to read the last half of  my poem, and he gladly volunteered. So it was my turn to be up there, and I went on stage. The audience were dark to see. Well, that's good so I don't have to see them. So I read my poem outloud, slowly so they could get a picture of what I was saying. I have no idea if I was making sense, but I think I was. Then that's when Lance came up to read the rest, and I got off the stage. I stood at the back, not wanting to watch, but I only listened. Then it was over, and that's when I heard the clapping of hands...