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Personal Narrative: A Fishy Dream

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My mind wants to interpret All my dreams. My heart wants to love All my dreams. My soul wants to fulfill All my dreams -Sri Chinmoy Chapter One: A Fishy Dream It was dark. All I could see was beautiful black water, which sparkled at the sight of the stars. Splash! I had jumped into the water. I tried to swim to the top to breathe but I couldn't feel my legs. I was sinking. Bump! I had reached the bottom, so I closed my eyes and waited to run out of breath. It felt as if hours had passed and I still hadn't run out of breath. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes. When I did, I could not believe my eyes. Bubbles were coming out from my nose. I was breathing underwater. After adjusting to that thought I decided to look down at my legs. I had a tail! Riiiing! Riiiing! I woke up gasping. It was 6:30 a.m that meant it was time to get ready for …show more content…

It was there, it was actually there. I didn't know what to do, this was usually where my dream ended.I started to kick my tail back and forth. I started to move slowly. I thought it might help if I moved my hands at the same time. Just as I was finally getting used to the feel of my tail, there was a sudden splash followed by a swarm of bubbles. When the bubbles finally settled I saw something I would have never expected. It was Dylan. She had jumped into the water and she was staring at my tail. "What are you doing under here?" "Uggghhghhh." A rush of bubbles came out from her mouth. "Oh, right you can't breathe underwater." I grabbed Dylan's armed and pushed her up out of the water and onto the dock." What are you doing here?" " I followed you." What do you mean you followed me?" "Well, I saw you leaving your house when I went to return your backpack and thought it was weird of you to be heading out at this time. At first, I thought you were just going to look for your backpack but then I noticed you had

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