I’ve been having the weirdest dreams ever for the past few days… It’s just me, walking to a sink, and washing the blood off my hands repeatedly… blood that seems to never disappear. The guilt in my mind for planning and committing murders within my country has been eating away at me, I will admit. But I didn’t know that this seemingly small guilt would exponentially grow into such horrifying yet terrific nightmares… I always seem to remember certain lines of my dreams, in particular something about the overwhelming strength of blood in my hands, immune to the washing for the finest perfumes of Arabia and all the oceans’ water from Neptune . These dreams have been truly detrimental to my everyday life, I can’t seem to fall asleep normally and the process of waking up is equivalent to being released from a murderer’s chokehold.
The strangest part about these dreams, is that strangely enough, when I wake up in a cold sweat, I find my hands somewhat wet… I wonder how I can rid of this guilt. I mean, what I did only benefited me and nothing more, right?
Praise: You were insightful and able to speak out your character's feelings as well as summarizing the play.
ReplyDeletePolish: Which essential question are you answering?
Ponder: I like how you question yourself in your journal. It really brings the character to life!
Yanessa Lee