Okay, this dream started off Victorian, then slowly turned modern again.
My “mum” was on trial for some reason, I don’t really remember, but my “sister” and I had the idea of looking through the town hall’s history chronicles to prove her innocence. “Mum” agreed, but said "only look up the relevant things. There’s things you don’t need to know, and things about your father". As we made our way there, a man grabbed my arm and started walking along with me in what I thought was the same direction. He looked like Bane, only tall and really thin, and the mask looked more like an air for
Dear 5 Years Ago... by RoxasNamineForever, literature
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Dear 5 Years Ago...
Dear 5 Years Ago,
I just want you to know how proud I am of you. There's a lot of things going on for you right now, but you're being brave enough to admit there's a struggle, and you're getting help. Your future self really appreciates that.
There are bullies in your life right now, disguised as friends and family. They're hurting you, in ways you didn't even know were possible. They are messing with your brain and making you think you're not worth anything. I'm sorry, that's a feeling that's not gonna go away for years to come, and you're going to carry the emotional scars forever. But you know what? Those people won't stick around. Just
KoH Application: Roxas by RoxasNamineForever, literature
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KoH Application: Roxas
Name: Roxas Harvey
Year: Fifth Year
Age: 15
Gender: Male
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Oak and a dragon hearstring core. Roxas' wand is about 12 inches long, and dark in colour, with two strands of silver wrapping around it, like leafless vines. It's thick at the handle, and goes to a round point at the end.
Pet: Barn owl called Artemis; named because she really likes to hunt and bring Roxas “gifts”…
Blood Status: Half-blood (muggleborn father)
Classes: Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Charms (1st Year Elective: Flying, 2nd Year Elective: History Of Magic, 3rd Year Elective: C
You curl up in bed, hoping the day away.
You wish your bed would swallow you.
Because they'll be waiting.
The bullies at school.
They call you a freak, a loser, a nerd.
You never know what to do.
You're too defenseless,
Against those bullies at school.
They don't kick you or hit you, or steal your change.
They don't spit on you, or shove you.
They just call you names.
Those damn bullies at school.
You're different, you're nerdy.
You're different, you have a birthmark.
You're fat, you're thin, you're tall, you're small.
You're. You.
You're special, extraordinary.
You'll go places, you'll rule.
They're just ignorant, immature.
Those stupid
Well, it started with Prince William staying over on his way back from a UK tour (Kate and George were with mum and dad, but Will wanted to sit down so he was in the living room with me). I was on Skype with the old school lot, and they didn't believe me, so I turned on my video so they could see him. We started drawing on each other’s faces (fake mustaches mostly) and then watched the news report on him coming over.
Next thing I know, I’m in the car with mum and dad, and I hear a voice. I look at my mum, thinking it was her, but then I heard “No, you know it isn’t her~” I opened my laptop to see Madam Kovarian
I’d decided I wanted to go out exploring on my own (bagpacking-esque), so I packed my 65L rucksack and headed off. I stopped off at Grandma and Grandad’s house to say goodbye, when they told me they were going to Sheffield and did I want to start there? I said yes and so off we went. I don’t really remember the ins and outs of it, but somehow Mum was there too, by coincidence. We walked around the shops for a while, but then she left (for some reason in dad’s Landy, not her Audi). I ran after her out of confusion, but stopped when she got too far ahead and just watched the car disappear downhill. Grandma, Grandad and I
I was running through the streets with someone. I ended up running round the back of a house and through the back door. There was a utility room and then the kitchen, where I saw my friends James and Sophie, as well as two men I didn’t know making food. It was very old-fashioned though, like Victorian era old fashioned. I helped them to cook, including a really fun bit with having potatoes thrown at me that I tried to catch with a tea towel to put in the pot. I dropped one of them and went to go and grab it, which is when I got a text from Dad telling me I was on Dr Who. It was really bizarre (especially given the setting I was in), but
5th February 2014 by RoxasNamineForever, literature
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5th February 2014
I was visiting… somewhere, I don't know (isn't that always the way in dreams?) and there were policemen escorting people out of buildings, then putting them into this thing that looked a little bit like a helicopter from the outside, but it didn’t have the propellers or seats - just a room and then the long tail. People were being locked in, then spun round and round and round until they were physically sick. And why? Because the people they were rounding up were gay. No other reason.
This one kid though, he faked being sick so he could get out of the spinning thing early. The police were furious and stormed into the school they'
Dream Diary Intro by RoxasNamineForever, literature
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Dream Diary Intro
Okay, so just a little intro before I start posting these, because I feel an explanation is needed, one that can't really be covered in a poll question!
So this idea came to me a while back. I was chatting to a friend of mine when I realised that my dreams aren't exactly normal. I don't dream about me, I apparently don't dream normal things (like I said in the poll, some of them are more like action thrillers), and my nightmares are.... well, let's just say they're bad enough that I wake up gasping for air and unable to sleep the rest of the night/day when I have them.... Anyway, I decided to start writing down the dreams I had that wouldn't