~*Temperamental Dreams*~

Right when my head touched the pillow and I fell asleep, I found myself in my aunt's house. I was standing behind a closed door, eaves dropping on my parents. They seemed to be planning on getting my aunt and her husband drunk and then robbing them. Bewildered, I went straight to where my aunt and her husband were sitting watching TV and drinking. I bent low next to my aunt's husband and told him that my parents were going to nick them tonight. "NICK US?" my aunt's husband asked out loud. I tried to shush him, but the damage had already been done. My parents had overhead him. Laughing heartily, he shooed me away. Suddenly and out of nowhere men with guns started coming into the house. I ran for my life. As I was running down the hall, a man with a rifle was about to shoot me. "GET DOWN," my friend ordered me from behind. I obeyed and my friend finished the guy off. I ran into the ruined living room and another guy, grinning stupidly, started to shoot. I put my hands in front of my face as if to use them as a shield but the bullets went straight through my hands and into my forehead. The cops started yelling for the ambulance. As they lowered me onto the hospital bed, I found myself sitting in Starbucks drinking coffee with my friend.
The End of Another Exciting Adventure.

My dad and I were in Hawaii. It was late at night and we were walking along a vast harbor where thousands of large, heavily armored battleships stood. I felt very minuscule beside the enormous ships, yet it was a wonderful feeling to be walking next to something so massive. Every now and then, we stopped for a little bit to admire the sight - or at least that's what I thought we were doing; my dad, on the other hand, was searching for something. We found this one ship that looked completely out of place. Every other ship had a gleaming white exterior, while this one was spotted with grime and blackened from fire. "What do you reckon?" I asked my dad. He didn't answer. I looked around, he wasn't there. "Dad?!" I called. No reply came except for the echo of my voice. I started running forward, searching here and there for a trace of my dad. When I reached the end of the ships, I found my dads cellphone laying on the ground stained with something that looked horribly like blood. . .
There was no trail of blood anywhere except for the pile of blood on the ground where his cellphone lay.
Startled, I took his phone and started to cry. "Dad, where are you?" I choked up. Still, no answer came. I didn't know what to do. I was terrified. Suddenly, I realized that I was dreaming. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't. I tried to change the scene, but I couldnt. I was locked in my own dream.

Holding a treasure map, I sailed past a deserted island. It was a bright, sunny day, but something about the island made everything feel dark and cold. I spotted a narrow path leading to the middle of the island. Looking at the map, I saw that the treasure was located at the end. The path was too narrow for the boat to go through, so I had to swim. Cautiously, I lowered myself into the water. It was unusually warm. As I entered the dim path, I thought I heard a sound. My heart skipped a beat. I knew someone was watching me, but I had to get that gold. Due to the very thick trees, the path was becoming steadily darker and it was getting harder to see. Nevertheless, I kept on swimming. Ignoring the sounds that kept on getting louder, I swam faster, trying to reach the end and get out of there as fast as I could. Finally, I reached my destination. There it was. Piles and piles of gleaming gold. Greedily, I scooped it all up into a treasure chest that I found a few feet away. I took off back to my boat. My heart stopped. My boat was GONE. It was nowhere to be found. *SPLASH* *SPLASH* I looked behind. People holding spears were coming out of the path I had just left with a deadly gleam in their eyes. I swam as fast as I could, but it was no use. I knew that it was a matter of seconds before they catch up with me. I was doomed. Suddenly, a helicopter popped out of nowhere and I climbed in. No one was flying it. Quickly, I took hold of the handle and pulled it back as far as I could. I flew it higher and higher till I could no longer see the island. I had escaped. After what seemed like hours of flying, I saw high, large buildings. I landed the helicopter on the roof of a particularly vast building. There I began counting the gold I had stolen when suddenly everything went black and I woke up.