My Dream On Commas

Monday my English class was talking about the eight comma rules and our teacher announced a quiz was going to be presented the following day (Tuesday). Monday night I had a dream and it went a little something like this...

I woke up to the sound of rain pouring down outside. I crawled out of bed and headed toward the somewhat clean kitchen. As I was drinking a nice, tall glass of Arnold Palmer, the front window, the size of a wall, shattered and water rushed in like Target shoppers the day "The Sampler" comes out. I was washed off my feet and fell into the pool.

I managed to get up, but I wasn't in my kitchen. I was standing on top of a giant podium. The scenery all around me was white. I glanced up and saw a giant fish, who was colored black & white. He started talking in a foreign language. He sounded mad so I assumed it was German or Russian. Then the ground under feet tore like rice paper.

It felt like I was free falling. As time went on though, I decelerated my falling speed and by the time I reached the bottom I nearly had stopped before I reached the ground. Once I reached the ground I took notice of my surroundings.

I was surrounded by little houses, as tall as me, and I was looking at a lot of tiny people who couldn't of been more than three feet tall. Everything was as if I was watching in an old tv, because everything was in black & white. They were all cheering and clapping.

"You killed the demon!" yelled a midget. "The freedoms of punctuation are free across the land! Except for commas... Those are still under the control of the wicked witch of the weast. Oh my!" The midget then pointed behind me.

Two women were standing facing each other twenty feet apart holding two wands and having a beam of magic fight like in Harry Potter. One woman was dressed in all black, and the other wore a bright red dress.

"You boy," started the woman dressed in all black "killed my sister, now I shall take something more than commas! I shall take semi colons and periods!"

"Anything but the semi colons!" Yelled a different midget.

Then the woman vanished, leaving the woman in the red dressing loosing balance and falling to the grand. In a world of black & white, I wondered how her dress got so red, it was almost like magic. I walked over to help the woman up. She embraced me and whispered "This is not the first or last time we meet" Then she stepped back.

"Citizens of Tinyton," announced the woman. She was rather tall, and wore a dark red lipstick and red shoes. "I am still her, so we keep our powers of spelling and sentence structure, but with my sister still living, punctuation is nearly impossible. That is why the great fish in the sky sent us this young man to save us."

That instant, I looked down and saw my sweat pants and Mr. T t-shirt change into a green tunic. My socks and brown knee boots appeared on my feet. A shield and sword appeared on my back.

"You dropped your hat." Chirped a midget. Surely on the ground was a green, cone hat. I placed it on my head and felt that my ears were pointed. In a world of black & white, I was in color.

"Follow the road of quotations and not the road of grocery lists." Said the woman. "If your hour of death presents itself, all you have to do is to throw and break this bottle against anything." She handed me a bottle filled with a glowing green liquid. I put it in my bag which I had obtained in the transformation.

I looked like some kokiri child. I began walking down a road of quotations. The road literally composed of quotes from famous people like "I have a dream" "Applaud now my friends, for the comedy is over" "It doesn't matter" "Why do today, what you can put off to tomorrow?" "Are you tired of boring old house hold cleaners?" and the list went on.

I fought goblins, plants, and bats as I walked through a black & white forest. All I gained was about 15 rupees, but I did find a piece of heart.

Then as I was walking through the forest my darn alarm went off and I had to wake up for school. So the sentences following are me continuing my dream, they may not be quite the same due to the fact I'm conscious.

After awhile I reached a crucifix with a person hanging on it. Blood, or tears, I couldn't tell without color, flowed from his eyes. He was clothed in what appeared a white robe. Then he fell from the crucifix. He started moving and tried standing up but just fell on his butt. I started to approach him to help but then an arrow landing in the shoulder of the man. Three more followed and nailed his left leg, sternum, and stomach.

"Hands on the ground!" Yelled an Irish voice from behind.

I did as he told. He walked around and appeared in front of me. This man appeared in color. He wore a green tunic identical to mine but he had long blonde hair and brown leather gloves. He held an bow and had a quiver on his back (which was chalked full).

"Tell me, what brings you to these parts?" Said the man.

"I am following the road of quotations to reach the wicked witch of the weast. To slay her and free punctuation across the land." I replied with confidence. I stood up and drew my sword. "I'll do whatever it takes to reach my goal."

"Punctuation eh? Tell me, do you know the eight comma rules?" Asked the man.

"Easy," I replied "Using a comma in a series, using a comma to express contrast, using a comma with official dates or places, using a comma in introductory phrases, using a comma to separate two independent clauses with a conjunction, Using a comma to express parenthetical expressions, using a comma to coordinate adjectives, and using a comma in quotations."

"You may pass, for I am the gate keeper, and this man," He kicked the dead man "Meant harm for my people AND was uneducated of the rules. I wish there were more people like you. If you don't mind, I would like to join you in your quest."



I just posted this story on the 19th of October, 2011. It will be continued later this week. I just wanted to type this up quick in half a hour. To be continued...