Dreams
Yew Chung International School - Primary Section, Joyce Cheng, Fiction: Group 2
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he sandstorm raged on, the wind swirled above Jerome as he hid in his sandy hole,
desperately trying to burst out and help his parents. After a very long time he was
able to break free but he could not find his parents. After years of no answers, Jerome
accepted that his parents were dead.
Jerome’s mind swirled around and a deep voice whispered, “You are trapped in a set of dreams
fool! You’ll never be able to escape!” Jerome was haunted by this. He wandered through the forest
and knew that an evil spirit must be cursing him. The moonlight shone brightly and the days
passed like seconds. No stars twinkled at night.
He suddenly heard a strange voice. “Boy, you are trapped in your second dream, there will be
three dreams. Find a spear, for the spirits will be defeated. You will have to pass many forests to
find it. The sign that you have found the right spear is that there will be a wolf carved on it. It has
sapphires for eyes and a ruby on the handle!” Jerome ran as fast as he could. A nearby wolf called
for his pack but his piercing blue eyes spotted Jerome. The wolf pack started the hunt and chased
the weakling, Jerome.
Strange birds circled above Jerome. He tried not to panic. He lay behind a large rock and hid
from the hungry pack. He rested under the rock for the long night. Jerome hadn’t slept and eaten
for six short days, but five long, windy nights. The next day, he took some sharpened sticks and
tried to hunt a small injured bird. He didn’t want to, but his hunger forced him. He hid behind a
strange tall object and when the bird hopped closer to him, he pranced out and pierced the bird
on the chest. The bird fell and gave a cry of death to his family. Jerome picked the bird up and
feasted on it.
The night came again and the voice returned. It boomed loudly but kindly ”Great! You have
learned to catch small prey, tomorrow try moving objects with your mind. Remember, you’re in a
dream, you can do things you can’t do in real life!” After the voice left him, Jerome slept.
When the first stream of light reached Jerome, he sprang up and started to hunt for food. The
long night dragged hunger to his stomach. He sharpened another wooden stick and saw a graceful
hoofed animal grazing. Jerome concentrated and threw the stick with all his force. The animal
realised it was coming and galloped away. Jerome threw it again and this time pierced the animal.
He was pleased with his success. This animal could reward him with days without eating. Jerome
started to eat. By the time he had finished, it was the middle of the night.
Jerome hesitated as he felt a claw digging into his arm, he knew that it was the third dream.
Jerome woke up sore from head to toe. He felt as if he had been paralyzed. He found himself
covered with bruises. He looked at the strange cave he was in. There was no sign of life. Jerome
started for the exit as the skeleton of a person was seen. Panting, he staggered into the streams
of light. For the first time he enjoyed being shone at by the scorching sunlight. He gave a sigh of
relief as nothing wicked happened to him.
Days past and the same thing happened every time he woke up. His body ached and he found
himself laying down in a strange cave, but every time the cave was different. He always found at
least one sign of death there.
One foggy morning, Jerome woke up in a familiar house…….. Yes! That must have been his
