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Nightmare Essay Research Paper Kris SchausNarrativeDescriptiveEssayThe Double

Nightmare Essay, Research Paper Kris Schaus Narrative/Descriptive Essay The Double Nightmare There I was, driving southbound on Hoover Rd. in the brown 1974 Ford Grand Torrio Elite my parents had bought me for my last birthday. I had only had this gigantic, steel car for about ten months. I was in love with every inch of the car, from its tan mint condition interior to its flawless, dark brown, glossy body.

Nightmare Essay, Research Paper

Kris Schaus

Narrative/Descriptive

Essay

The Double Nightmare

There I was, driving southbound on Hoover Rd. in the brown 1974 Ford Grand Torrio Elite my parents had bought me for my last birthday. I had only had this gigantic, steel car for about ten months. I was in love with every inch of the car, from its tan mint condition interior to its flawless, dark brown, glossy body. Usually when I would drive it would seem as if I were in heaven; just floating along down the road. Today however was different; something didn?t seem right about the foggy environment around me. It was as if I couldn?t control my actions or feelings, I had no sense of taste, touch, and barely any sight, and for some reason it was 7:30 in the morning, but black as midnight outside. For some reason I could feel that something bad was going to happen.

I knew I was running late for my dreaded Calculus class at the high school so I sped up a little. Every few hundred yards or so I would speed up until I was racing down the long stretch or asphalt at about seventy miles per hour. All of the sudden a huge black dog darted out in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, snatched the wheel, and tried to avoid the helpless dog. It was too late. I clipped the dog in the rear sending me into a uncontrollable tailspin into the ditch where my car landed upside down. That was the last of my wonderful car. Well so I thought it was.

?Kris wake up! You?re going to be late!? shouted my preachful mother. I abruptly dove out of bed as if it was on fire and I was something very flammable. ?Whew!? I thought, ?what a terrible dream!? I threw my clothes on and was out of the house faster that my mom could even ask me if I wanted breakfast. I jumped into the car remembering the dream I had just had and hurried over to pick up my friend. I pulled up to his house where he was waiting outside shaking his head at me like a disappointed father.

?What took you so long? It?s 7:25. You know were gonna? be late right?? he lectured.

?I overslept and just had the worst dream ever!?, I explained.

We conversed on the way to school about the weekend that had just passed. Knowing we were going to be late I put the pedal to the metal and simultaneously remembered the events in my dream. Needless to say I drove the speed limit down the long stretch of Hoover Rd.

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