The Lion King

Intro: A fairytale with a sad ending, if one ever existed.

A well respected, smart, wise lion ruled the kingdom. He was unmarried and had a beautiful golden coat and deep green eyes. I was a commoner, human.

We were in love. Real love, our souls matched. For years we were good friends. We acknowledged our strong connection yet there was nothing we could do.

He was under immense pressure from the kingdom to marry and have an heir. He would never do so, and they didn't understand why.

We were openly spending time together in the kingdom's garden one spring afternoon.

"Why can't we just be together?" I pleaded in a whisper.
"You know I can't. I want nothing more than to be with you and to be human again. For me to be human I have to give up my crown. I can't do that to the people, its selfish. They need me."

This wasn't new information to me, I silently wept anyway.

"You are the love of my life, and I can never be with anyone else. I will never marry in respect to our love. But please understand, this is my path. I was chosen to be king. If I leave my thrown, I turn human. I'm already in my 90s, I will die as soon as I turn human. What good will I be to you then?"

I hugged him tightly and told him I'd never love anyone else as I loved him.
I left the garden, walking through the air filled with scents of lavender and rose.

I never saw him again.

The King of Pop

Intro: It's the oldest dream I can remember. It takes place in the only shopping mall that existed in the city I grew up in at the time, The Naugatuck Valley Mall. I was really obsessed with Michael Jackson and his movie Moonwalker. I used to cry watching this movie. On to the dream..

My mom was getting a perm at the salon on the mall, as she normally did in waking life. My dad, grandmother, and sister were waiting for her by the water fountain located inbetween the hair salon and Filene's. The water fountain was so powerful, loud, and blue. I could see thousands of wishes thrown into the fountain. I was bored so I asked my dad for a quarter to throw into the fountain. He wouldn't give me one and I didn't understand why not. I was an annoying kid so I threw a hissy fit and started to cry. All I wanted was some stupid change to throw into the fountain.

And then, it happened. Just like Jesus was appearing out of thin air, a bright shining light came towards me. I saw a human figure, the light was dimming. There he was. Freaking Michael Jackson!!!!

Softly he said, "Hi Jalah! What's the matter? Why are you crying?" He was wearing all black leather with accents of metallic bolts and studs.
"I just wanted a quarter to throw into the fountain..." I said pathetically.
"Is that all you want? Well here you go."

From his change holder on his belt he released 3 brand new shiny quarters that flew into the air. He spun around and stopped facing me grabbing his crotch in his signature Michael move, catching the quarters mid air. I was astonished. My mind was exploding.

He handed me the quarters as my eyes filled with tears of happiness. I could hardly catch my breath to say anything. I walked to him and gave him a hug, still unable to speak and he hugged me back. He was starting to walk away back into the white light of God. Suddenly, he stops. He makes a face as if he forgot something.

"Oh, and you can have these too."
He released about 500 dollars worth of quarters from his change holder on his belt.

I nearly died.

FYI: I was probably about 6 years old when I had this dream.

War of 1812

Night of 1.18.2010

The atmosphere was calm, the summer heat and mountain views astonished everyone. I had to remind myself that this wasn't a pleasant scene, that this was a war and I was about to watch people die right in front of my eyes. I wasn't a soldier in this dream, I was amongst the few civilians who managed find safety with the Americans. The war ship I was on was cruising slowly down the river. The Americans were working fast, getting their ammunition together. The fight scene was approaching.

I looked to my immediate right and saw a group of about 50 British soldiers on top of a hill that sloped down into a bright grassy valley. They looked stressed, tired, sweaty, and had little hope left in them. I look beyond the valley on top of the hill where the hundreds of American soldiers stood. Some of them chatted amongst themselves while others were practicing their long distance shots at the Red Coats.

The ship dropped anchor and some of us got off the ship to go on foot. It was hardly dangerous now with the British low on numbers. I was about 20 feet away from diminishing group of British soldiers when I began to hear their agony. Nightmarish screams escaping the remaining Red Coats. It was only now that any of us noticed what their real cause of death was. Their bodies were deteriorating alive. These men were watching their body parts bubble and burn. Black like burnt toast as their white eyes bulged out as they screamed in absolute horror.

It was an airborne gas. The confusion was immense amongst the Americans who were on the ship with me. Some of us were already being affected by the gas. Some were already dying. The black corpses were piled on top of one another and smoke was rising from the bodies.

I get news that my high school friend, Michelle, had just died from exposure to the gas. Suddenly, in my arms, was her baby sister. I looked for shelter and found a modern bathroom. There were dying soldiers laying on the bathroom floor, I walked over them into the shower tub and closed the shower curtain behind me so we didn't have to look at the dying men.

There was a phone ringing in the shower. I answered. It was Michelle's father.

"Hi Jalah, how is the sleep over going?" he said in a calm voice.
Scared and nervous I said "Look. I don't know what's going on and I don't know how to say this but Michelle is dead. I have the baby here in my arms, we're safe for now. I'll get her home." My voice was shaking. I hung up the phone and shut my eyes to think of a happier place...