When I Woke Essays

As my dog Kaylee and I are taking an evening walk, she suddenly stops at the beginning of a driveway. She stares at the house, glances back at me, and then continues to stare at the house. I tug on her leash, signaling her to keep moving, but she doesn’t budge. Instead of forcing her to follow me, I remember I am leaving for college soon, so I also stop to stare at the house and start to reminisce. A two-story white house built in 1832 stands on 2.5 acres of land in the small town of Granville

When I woke up I felt like a new person, yet there was something missing. Zaroff was gone and as far as I knew, there was nothing left to fear. I didn’t really know what to do next because I needed Zaroff to help me survive on this island and now he’s dead. I paced around for a little bit and then realized that I should probably eat. I went down the stairs to the kitchen and prepared some breakfast. After eating, I cleaned myself off and put on some fresh clothing from Zaroff’s closet. When I opened

When I woke up in the morning I started the cycle. This cycle was eating breakfast then going to school and going to bed and repeating. The only differnece in this cycle was the occational time that my parents were fighting and throwing things at each other. Even this was beginning to be the norm. My small family lived in the rainy city of Tillamook Oregon. Our house was an old building at the end of a street in a dense wooded area. I still remembered the smell that permeated in the air that evening:

I woke up in a dark room with a massive headache that beat like a drum. I slowly got up and tried to remember what happened. I remember a huge storm that ravaged the west coast, then a space-ship came down and started to abduct people. “Oh no, I have been abducted!” I screamed to myself. As I said that the door opened, and light flooded into the dark room. My jaw dropped as I saw a huge poster behind me and it looked almost like animal cell. The man who opened the door said to me, “Come with

loud gun shot. I was terrified. I mean, can you imagine being woken up by a flipping gun shot, right in your home? My mom and I had both already gone to bed, and my dad and brother were on a backpacking trip. I tried to remember if I had heard anything before the gunshot, but I couldn’t recall anything. I was too scared to get up and go check what it was. I then realized that it was the middle of the night, and it was probably just my imagination- maybe even something from my dream.” I paused and took

I came into the Zesto’s store, hair all over the place, bags around my shoulders, excited to tell my mom about my trip. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. So much excitement, thrill, and determination out of almost everyone on the trip. This is one trip that I will never forget because of the laughs with friends and the surprise storm on our last night. Going into my 8th grade year, my youth group started the first annual canoeing trip for middle schoolers. My youth leader, Chuck

Replica Image I woke up in sweat. My body was shaking and tears were rolling down my face. I always have this strange dream of me in a dark room with red lighting. All I can see is blood dripping from my head to my nose and I can feel this throbbing pain coming from my scalp I see a girl but sheś blurry she sorta looks like me, but she has really short hair and brown eyes, so it couldn’t be me. I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for school I brushed my teeth, combed my hair

North Korea, I was missing my pinky, but It was bandaged. My bullets were running low my vision was becoming blurry and my legs began to ache. I laid down resting my head against a tree and dozed off. My dream was quite peculiar that night I dreamed of my family, but there was a twist none of them could speak nor could they move as if time itself was frozen. The next morning I awoke in a dim room, the walls were concrete with a small window but the floor was dirt. Once my eyes adjusted I could see

In April of 2010, my dad, mom, and I traveled to Orlando, Florida. We stayed there for about a little over a week and it was so much fun. On one of the Wednesdays we were there we started off the day by going to Walt Disney World. We began by going through security which nobody likes because it takes a little time out of your day, but it keeps everyone safe so it is an appreciable thing. While we were going through security we saw lots of moms and dads being annoyed by their screaming children. The

and if I am being honest it is terrifying. One thing that particularly disliked about today was the fact that Ralph told the other kids about my nickname, Piggy. I specifically told him not to tell the others, but he still did! They even made fun of me for it. However the day was not full of negatives, we were able to establish some rules. Such as when the conch is blown everyone must gather for a meeting. Another thing which makes me really happy is that Ralph was selected as the leader. I do not

bed was tempting me to lie down on the it. I finally caved, laying down on the clown bed I started to sink into the mattress. Next thing I know; I woke up or at least I thought that I did but I was really still in the dream. I was at my house talking to my father. He said,” don’t go outside those machines will eat you if you go outside.” Ignoring my father I proceeded to twist the doorknob to open the door that lead outside. I hid behind a big tree so I could listen in on the machine’s conversation

I wake up, confused and petrified. I remember a war happening between people and… and what? I can not recall what the people were fighting. I feel I am on the ground with my eyes closed so when I opened them I was greeted with an unfamiliar landscape.” It appears to be a cave of some sort.” I mumbled unintelligibly. Wanting to get off the ground, I try to lift myself,but later after trying that I realize I have no arms or a body for that fact. I soon realize I am dead. I have become a ghost with

were noises. I slowly opened my eyes, confused and disoriented. I blinked at the clock and realized that is was 3 in the morning. Everything was a blur. All I could see were vague images of movement in the room. I could see someone approaching the place that I had fallen asleep at. The light was very bright, but eventually, I focused on the person's face. It was without a doubt Alaska. I could see the distinct features of her face, her green eyes, auburn hair and tan skin. But once I looked at her

I don't remember how many days it's been since James and I survived the big storm; that claimed two of our very best friends, Mitch and Junior. I don't remember how long ago the boat ran out of gas or how long ago the GPS system shut down. I don’t remember when James and I have last spoken. It's not that I don't remember it's simply that I have already accepted the fact that James and I are going to die out here at sea. I have accepted the fact that I am never going to go home and see my wife again

believing”. I lay in my bed after a long day in a series of several long days of overtime at work. I fell asleep. My wife lay next to me and fell asleep. I awoke, calm and very alert, and turned to see a human like figure faintly glowing and looking down at my wife. He had on a grey suit, grey hat, his skin was grey and he had no mouth. I wondered if it was a dream. At that very moment I had a sharp back pain (from years of working too hard) and I moved my hand instinctively to rub it. I was definitely

I felt a sharp pain in my head. Then suddenly all my vision went red I reach up to my head and feel a lot of blood. I heard screaming. Soon I realized it was my own then I heard a high short scream. I knew Eve has seen me I could not see her but I can imagine she was trying not to scream. “How bad is it?” I say in a mousy voice. Eve squealed “It um…...um…...DAD.” This all happened a while ago when I was 7. I don’t remember the exact details but I’ll do my best. It was the Halloween Regan fest

contemplates the ‘self’ through a person’s relationships and different experiences with people, particularly his own. In his early childhood, Solomon is conditioned to think negatively about himself because of an external factor, being gay. In “When I Woke Up Tuesday Morning, It Was Friday” by Martha Stout, the mental disorder of her patients, called dissociation, is a result of the traumatic relationships or experiences they

reality without them even realizing it. When one goes into a dissociated state one’s body is physically living a regular life but one is not mentally there. That person’s mind goes into a dissociated place that has been triggered by memories of trauma and in this is a place their mind may find peace. Some people can go into a dissociated state for several hours while others go into these states for a couple of days or a whole week. In Martha Stout’s essay “When I Woke Up Tuesday Morning, It Was Friday

reality without them even realizing it. When one goes into a dissociated state one’s body is physically living a regular life, but one is not mentally there. That person’s mind goes into a dissociated place that has been triggered by memories of trauma and in this is a place their mind may find peace. Some people can go into a dissociated state for several hours while others go into these states for a couple of days or a whole week. In Martha Stout’s essay “When I Woke Up Tuesday Morning, It Was Friday

struggles when there are two kinds of enemies and that leads to a tragic end. Even though it is not expressed at the beginning of the play, the structure remains as a main idea.