First of all How do you pronounce the autors name that wrote that poem? Truthfully i really don't remeber a lot of dreams that i have. although there was this one dream that i had wheni was proabably about 7 ro 8. So the whole thing strted with me being home alone. That was nothing out of the ordinary. I rember sitting at home and hearing noises coming from our basment. so being eager to investigte i pick up my trusty baseball bat, why it was in the frig i will never know and proceded down to the basement. As i opened the door to the basemant a bright light shined in my eye allowing me to see nothing. as my eyes began to adjust i saw a crazy wonder land full of fun and happy creatures and neat building made of candy. Now i assure you that this was not normally in my basement. as i walked thought the awesome land of OZaba, yhea that is what it was called, one of the crazy villians from the power ranger juped out in front of me. So we did battle. just as i thought that i would die i remeber the baseball bat that was still in my hand that i WASN"T using. So i pressed some red button on it and it turned into a flame thrower and i used it to defeat the bad guy. Although he wasnt dead. So with another push of the cool red button my flame thrower turned into one of those death cars of of the game Twister Metal ( The Best game around). Once i had the villin in sight my alarm clock aka mom woke me up. i wish that i could finish that dream one day and then destroy all the building becaue that town jsut looked stupid.
