November 16-22: In Class Activity
When I was five years old I was on a bridge with many other kids my age. Everybody was taking turns jumping off and getting eaten by the alligators. After they were eaten, the other children would squirt water guns in the alligator’s mouth, and the alligator would spit the child back up safe and sound. When I was asked to do it, of course I said yes. It looked like such a fun and exciting adventure. I had never been inside and alligator and was looking forward to it because I would be spit back up safely. So, I jumped off and the alligator chomped me down. The other children immediately started squirting water guns in the alligators mouth, but nothing happened. He wouldn’t spit me back up. He swam away and I was his hearty meal to soon be digested.
Sweating, I shot up out of bed. I realized that I was not alligator food at all, but a little girl in her nighty safe and sound in her bed. It had not been expected. The dream had been so real. My mom came in the room.
“Sara, Honey. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I think so. I think I was having a scary and weird dream.”
“Well, everything is okay now. You don’t have to worry. What was the dream about, sweetie?” So, I proceeded to tell her that I had been an alligator’s meal. She crawled in bed with me. She tickled my back and comforted me until I fell into a safe and sound sleep.
