Ms. Roman's 6th Grade
When you think about a dream, you think about good ones,
but not for me everytime I dream of things its like my heart is beating out
of my chest
or my bed feels like a pool because of the sweat rolling down my back
There is one dream I can remember where I was sitting in class
bored as a button and then a bell rings and wakes me up a bell I can remember it’s different
I wondered why
I get up, push in my chair and leave
the floor feels oily like almost gas it makes me wanna run fast
out of there
Next thing I know its all burning so fast
oil someone lit a flame of
someone did this
I see people running and saying there’s a fire and a guy has a gun
I take my friends and my twin sisters arm and running with every last
energy I have, we get out for now
And then I wake up and remember its a dream
Welcome folks!
We will begin filming in just a few.
We know that you are new here.
It’s just your debut!
But here, we make films,
ones that never show on screen.
In fact, they’re less like films,
more like…. a dream?
Dream Productions!
We will premiere in er sleep.
we can terrify like nightmares,
hush! Don’t make a peep!
But at the end of the day,
we aim to please!
Our cast is made of friendly faces,
living in her head.
We don’t even need a green screen,
not when our films are only seen when she’s in bed.
We can make her think she’s flying,
till she’s buried down and dead.
But like we said, we aim to please, so…
lights, camera, action…
Dreams are strange things,
they give your mind a break,
they give your mind a chance to explore,
they ask questions,
and sometimes,
we need that.
Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, all for me,
my cat, the size of a skyscraper,
the world about to end, a timer ticking down minutes
getting kidnapped,
and airplane crashing,
winning the lottery.
Its like my whole head is playing on repeat,
it makes everything seem smaller
the night, my amount of rest,
or things get larger,
like mom’s reaction when I come in crying,
or how large the fall off my bed is.
Traumatizing, you might say,
but wonderful.
Dreams are very strange things,
but we need them.
Ms. Smallwood's 6th Grade
I have a dream of going on a shopping spree.
I have a dream of no school.
I have a dream of math being banned.
And finally I had a dream
of everything being free.
Don’t get your hopes up because these are dreams not reality.
I had a dream like that speech “I have A Dream.”
Dreams can be complex, some true.
We all have a light side and a dark side and dreams do too.
From dreams to darkness and hate.
Dreams of love, hate, sadness, anger, envy and joy.
I had a dream.
Logging into virtual reality
Strict strangers banish me from their house,
a sea of crumbs suffocates me
As I lay my eyes upon the NBA superstar,
Gordon Ramsey
Cooking up the precise number he scored in sandwiches
“I never clean my floor,” he said.
“I’m too busy living my best life.”
It was right here that I realizeed,
Gordon was born to be a basketball player but forced to be a chef.
To deal with my shock, I went for a walk.
But all I could find were old shoes.
“Ew!” I recoiled. Why are you carrying those around?”
A little boy by the wheelbarrow simply said.
“Well, it’s my dream sir.”
“But people think I’m weird for it…” he sighed.
“Run along, little boy!” I exclaimed, “and follow your dream!”
I ran back to Gordon, proud of all he’s done, only to be met with my mother.
“It’s your dream now, boy!”
As I jolted awake fro my slumber.
Kayaking down a river
see the bright sky and blue water
hear the rushing water and birds flying overhead
so nice, so peaceful
you close your eyes
and all of a sudden…
Splash!
you wake up
but you are on the floor of your room
“what…” you wonder. “Was it all a dream?”