space dream

Last night...Last night...

What a crazy night of dreaming?! I can't remember much of anything except one crazy part.  It was one of the most intense dreams I have ever had.  So the dream starts off on a huge ship like an aircraft carrier that planes can land on.  We were packing up a Stealth Bomber, loading a huge flat board with about 20 astronauts strapped to it.  Yes, astronauts, meaning small people. Very strange, I know. 

After loading up the astronauts(small people wearing suits in this case), a massive explosion happened at the front of the ship.  A bunch of planes blew up and a huge fire had started on the main ship.  All of the pilots were yelling at me to get on board right away for take-off. I couldn't get in through the door, so I just jumped on the front of the Stealth Bomber.  I was literally holding on the nose of the plane by my hands, hoping to make it out of there.  The Stealth took off like a rocket in the sky, straight up in the air and all the way to the outer atmospheres.  I was holding on so tightly while the plane jolted through clouds and turbulence was at a high.  The plane kept rising in altitude until we reached the unknown, outer space.  The stars shined bright as I sat on top of the plane's cockpit.  At this point, I knew it had to be a dream because no human could possibly breathe in space, let alone hold on to the front of a Stealth for so long.  As we continued, obstacles in space began to make the Stealth take sharp turns, move up and down and it became harder and harder to hold on.  Right when I let go, I woke up. 

I had alot of other weird dreams last night but I just couldn't remember them.  I dream the best in the morning, when I have to wake up to pee pee then go back to sleep for an hour or two.

Assignment - Alan Smith

For class on Tuesday, we had a guest speaker named Alan Smith from England.  This guest was very interesting and also full of quotes.  He started out working construction in England for half his life until he decided to become a teacher.  English was the main subject that he taught.  Eventually, at age 50, he began writing.  He wrote a novel that was sent to many different publishers, movie directors, and other sources.  He finally found a publisher who helped distribute and print his novel.  The New York Times wrote an article about Smith and about the book that he wrote.  After this, he began working in a prison, hired as the media press and writer.  Most of his articles, over 70, were sent to the Guardian, a well established newspaper. He teaches at the University of North Hampton in south London.  The class that he teaches is Creative Writing.

 "Sometimes, I make it up," Smith claims.  When telling a story or discussing a certain issue, he not always uses fact but uses fiction to help the reader understand.  He says that a great deal of talking or writing has the ability to be fact mixed with a bit of fiction.  The stories that he heard in prison are not always stories that people want to hear due to the graphic nature and evil acts.  Instead, he tells the positive side of the story, putting the prisoner in a bright light instead of a dark past.  I thought that he was a great guest and proof that you never know where you will end up.  He didn't even start his writing career until he was 50, which is what he believes is his livelihood.  People my age, myself included, still aren't quite sure what they want to be as a career but with time and hard work, anything may come up.