Dreams

Author's note: This is a piece on the DIsney movie Tangled.  We watched it in Language Arts and had to discuss a topic in the movie.    In the movie they are always talking about following your dream, so that is what I talked about in this piece.

Tangled was a funny, light story that is also about following your dreams.  Throughout the entire story they are talking about dreams and following them.  Rapunzel wants to see her magical floating lights in the sky in person.  Flynn Rider is a funny criminal that just wants money in the beginning.  Of course he wants money like most people, but he finds a new dream; which is Rapunzel.  In the end, they both follow their hearts to fulfill their dreams fully in this sweet, humorous movie.

Both of the main characters are different, but both have different dreams.  Rapunzel  is a sweet, funny girl that only dreams of the outside world.   When she escapes from her tower and is with Flynn Rider, he takes her against his will to see her dream.  Then, Flynn is a different kind of person who wants to be powerful and wealthy.  That’s his dream, until he meets Rapunzel and everything changes.  He has a change of heart and gives up his treasure in the end, which was the one thing he wanted all along.  This really shows his character on how he really cared for Rapunzel much more than money.  He really seemed like a selfish guy, but he really was a romantic, nice person on the inside.  The two characters really had different dreams, but they both in the end turn out to have one dream; which was each other.

Flynn and Rapunzel both had big dreams that were determined to follow.  Flynn wanted possessions, while Rapunzel had sweet dreams of the outside world and of the floating lights.  They both were told that they would never be able to do it, or just had things and people in the way of it.  Flynn had a change, and his dreams were of Rapunzel.  That dream became Rapunzel's and in the end it came true and their new dreams were for each other.  These two characters both had dreams, and followed new ones together.

Author's note: For this piece we had to start it off with someone going off a bridge to an abandoned country.  You may notice throughout this, there are some strange words put in.  That is because we had to randomly put words in to make it work.  Please read this even though it is kind of long(sorry about that).  Comment and tell me what I should change!

I was sick and tired of people telling me what to do and who I see.  Everything I did and saw was controlled.  Not a single thing I wore or even said was chosen.  The world had turned into a place where I could not say or do what I wanted.  In fact, no one could.  There was no free will in my world, well everyone was like this.  Maybe if I dove off this bridge into the next country I could escape to.  Would they catch me?  Would I live?  I would risk it. The cool waters called to me, I knew I could do this. 

I threw off my sweater that was assigned to me and jumped into the water into the next country over.  As I landed in the water, I spotted  land.  Maybe it was closer than I thought. Right away I spotted an anteater on the dry, black earth trying to find ants from it to feed on.  In school I had only seen pictures of these, I had never seen one in real life.

  There were many homes along the river with shattered widows and broken off doors.  The only life present was the anteater, me and the wind.  It blew violently against my body and on the homes.  One shook and crumbled right next to me as I stepped out of the way. 

Strange objects littered the dirt.  I picked something up and studied it.  Not in my whole life had I seen anything like this.  People many years ago would cook with these before we had assigned meals brought to us.  This must be a..barbeque something..I forgot what it was called.  My parents would have known, or if I had an older sibling they might have known this from their childhood. 

Then I realized I was hungry and parched from today.  I pushed past a door and walked into a home.  This must have been a majestic house back in the days.  A rusty remains of a chandelier sat on the ground smashed into tiny shards of glass.  Maybe it must be in the..I also did not know what this was called.  Maybe a kitchen?  Yes that is what they had called it.  So, I ran into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets.  The only thing I found was a well-preserved carrot.  Biting into it I was ready to grimace from the taste.  It really wasn't too bad with its crisp, fresh taste gushing through my mouth in a single bite.  After I finished it, I took off out of the kitchen and saw a bunch of stairs.  Could they hold my  weight without me falling through?  I was doubtful, but put half of my weight on them.  Some rusty nails moved around, but I believed it could hold.  Quickly, I half ran up the stairs and into the upstairs hall.  Did people have their rooms here or was this just for nothing?  Ahead of me I saw a light from a strange source.  It was from a little glass bulb on the ceiling.  I only saw these in the storage rooms because they were scarce and expensive.  No one could ever find them because the material to make them was gone.  Only the eccentric leaders and some lucky people could own enough to light a home. 

The light cast long shadows across the dusty floor and the old curtains.  Nothing even had color here, the earth was black, the homes were grey and the dust was grey too.  The sky was even a hazy gray blue with a hint of black swirled across the clouds.  Even the people had black personalities as dark as coal.  Especially my teacher Mrs. Floofy had been a wicked soul.  If a child got an answer incorrect in the front of the room, she would beat their hands until they were bloody and blistered.  All the children were greatly scared of her authority and respected her in constant fear.  Everyone was a perfect student or you would pay the price.  Everyone with authority here was dark, but a few.

None of them were kind or thought of others.  Everyone had to go to school no matter what every day for ten hours.  Then after do designated chores and go to bed when the bells rung.  If  you didn't, these people of power would control your life even more.

My life was so..how could you say it?  To describe my life would be trying to say something about a rock. It isn't interesting and no one would care about it.  Every day of my life I daydreamed of other places and what I would do.  Someday I wanted to do to the Galapagos and do what I pleased.  Not what these evil people expected me to. 

Lost in thought, the wind blew through the window and shattered it inside a little.  Blinded for a second the whole window came out and crashed on the ground in front of me.  I dove down and held onto a pillow to cover me.  When it was done, I got up and looked around at the mess.  I guess it matched the creepy abandoned look going on here.   This place was no safe at all, and I needed to get out before the whole house was destroyed.  Walking through the door I looked back at the window one last time and hopped downstairs to the yard.

An old train station was a few hundred feet away from the edge of the yard. How did I miss that?  I shook out my thoughts and went to the tracks.  It seemed almost normal with the train parked right on the tracks and the booths inside.  

"Of course it wasn't normal,  I thought as I looked up to the the roof and saw a shadow cast across the gravel road.