Dream Threads

"Rappel Upward on Dream Threads" by Joji

In a New Post on your own blog, try the following writing activity using the interesting sentences regarding dreams that you and your classmates came up with on Wednesday.  We'll call these sentences "dream threads," little bits that you've pulled from a bigger piece and that could be "woven" back together in interesting ways.

• Choose one of the sentences to begin your story.  You may use it word for word or alter it slightly if necessary.
• Choose another sentence to end your story.
• Fill in the space in between with a story connecting the two sentences. This will likely be fiction but it doesn't have to be.  It also doesn't need to be especially long and may only be a portion of a bigger, more complicated story--maybe 200 words or so--but it could be. It could also be a poem.
• Put the sentences you took from other people in bold or another color.
• Include at least one image.

Here's our list:

I need really soft music playing when I fall asleep.

Fear was his constant companion on those dark nights.

It is my mind that keeps me up at night.

I have to sleep in total darkness and silence.

Restless nights where the hours seem to drag on for what seems like forever.

There is a slight chill in the air.

Thoughts about my grandmother make me not able to fall asleep.

I am unable to focus on one of the 10,000 thoughts running through my head.

I was in space.

Other priorities get in the way and I risk my own mental health.

We talk restlessly until the sun rises over the trees.

My cousin is the closest person to me.

I can't find anyone and I've been searching for years.

And I realize I am no longer alone.

I've seen him before--I have since I was young--but I've never truly met him.

I think about possible situations and have conversations with whoever I am thinking about.

A cold room puts you into the deepest sleep.

That's when I realized it's my favorite sound in the world.

Last night I had a crazy dream.

They're the kind of dreams that take a little piece of your soul every time you close your eyes.

The wooden tracks fall steadily apart, and I am falling.

The floor underneath me drops, leaving me at the mercy of the wind, like a spider dangling from a single thread.

The wind picks up and rattles the windows.

As I lay there restless under a heap of blankets my mind wanders helplessly.

I look back up at the clock:   Five more hours, I tell myself.