A Dream : A Story Of A Dream In The Dream

Having a dream and living with passion is very important because I believe living without passion is like being dead. Someone like Tony Hawk could agree. Tony Hawk has been a professional skateboarder for over 24 years. However, he did not receive that title overnight; Tony got his first skateboard when he was only 9 years old. Since then, Tony worked extremely hard and put a lot of his focus on skateboarding. He did it because that was his Dream. Tony’s Dream was frowned upon by many of his teachers and adults alike. One of his teachers even told him that he “would never make it in the workplace if he didn’t follow directions exactly” (Hawk), but he never gave up his Dream. He kept working hard and eventually became a pro at the young age of 15.

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

The American dream, for most people, is exactly that – A dream. It’s make believe, fiction. It’s what we think American should be like, not what it actually is. The American dream will always be out of reach for common people. The majority of people I interviewed said something along the lines of, “the American dream is to be given a chance to do something or be something you want to be.” This opinion seems to be too optimistic. Everyone wants more than what they have. It’s not enough to be given the chance, you have to succeed. What it takes to succeed is an entirely different aspect of the American dream.

One day I was sitting in English class doing my work. Then a flying whale flew into the wall and destroyed it. It flew over to me and swallowed me whole. It then just flew back to the ocean. While in the whale's stomach I saw some interesting things like a dead person, a needle with steroids in it, a few soccer balls, a rabbit, and a roll of duct tape. After I had been in the whale's stomach for about 3 hours, it started to shake violently. Then something was squeezing the life out of the whale. All of the sudden i was flying through the air along with everything else. I landed on some sort of island.

What Dreams May Come is a movie about life, loss, death, afterlife and rebirth. The film explores the emotions evoked by a variety of characters when they are faced with coping with tragedy and death. It also delves into the manifestations of heaven and the variety of forms heaven takes in the minds of different people.

Thesis Statement: Dreams are successions of images, emotions, and sensations that occur subconsciously during sleep.

Everywhere I looked, I saw people applauding. The bright stage lights beamed on my face and I could hardly see the gigantic audience. When I heard my name, my heart began racing as if I had just jumped off of the world’s largest tower. I pushed myself up as quickly as I could and began strolling towards the announcer. I felt the cold winds rustle through the makeup on the pores of my tan, soft skin, making me simmer down. I smelt the freshness of the plastic, silver trophy that was delicately placed in my rounded, sweaty hand. My heart was still darting beneath my skin as I walked back to my spot with the award, tightly in my arms. I could taste victory.

Chapter 1: January 1991 two years before the civil war in Sierra Leone Ishmael, Junior(brother), Talloi, and Mohamed learn rap music. 2 years later while traveling to the town of Mattru there village is attacked while they are gone and they are now stuck at Mattru Jong to wait for word from their family.

After reading the book, one question remains inside my head. Michel mentions in his book that sleeping is necessary to re-store energy that were used during a wake stage. He also mentions that dreaming uses a lot of energy, in that case how is the energy being re stored. Since, sleeping is needed to re store energy, and dreaming takes that energy away then is the energy being restored at all? Furthermore, questions as to why humans or animals dream could not be answered in this book. When Michel mentions the mythology behind dreaming, he could have put in what is the psychologists' idea about the theory. Because psychologists use scientific evidences, and mythology does not have that evidences to back the theory up. This question was not solved

Filmmaker Frances Nkara was on the search for the true meaning of dreams and what they really entailed. She knew this imagery somehow correlated with reality and illustrated a story about the individual. Nkara was on the journey to connect these fantasies with what she thought the world was really about: emotions.

In the novel, Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M Coetzee, the magistrate’s progressive, non-linear dreams are a parallel to his growing involvement with the barbarians and his growing distaste for the empire. The great psychoanalyst, Sigmund Freud said, “The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious.” In every dream there is a hidden meaning and when the reader starts analyzing the magistrate’s dreams he reveals that he is oddly attracted to the barbarians and knows he should not get involved and it will be a trial to get close to them.

At some point, someone has said that high school will be the best four years of their lives and college gets even better. So with that idea in people’s heads, they come up with their ideal image of the college. They start planning the perfect scenario of what college they will go to and what their roommate will be like. They often try to compare an unrealistic image and turn it into a realistic image, but they are unlike in many ways. Once students step onto the college campus, they will soon face what it is actually like to be in college.When people understand that college is not the perfect movie scene, then they will take advantage of expanding and furthering their education seriously. Going to college is a whole different experience and there is a lot more to it such as the rigorous classes and overwhelming school work, being more independent, and forming new bonds with others.

Many people can relate to the feeling of desperation that comes with acknowledgement of a person’s cosmic insignificance. In the poem “A Dream Within a Dream”, Poe utilizes multiple poetic devices in order to shape and define the way a reader analyzes the poem. These devices further bring the reader to understand the purpose of the poem: to show how death is inescapable.

I dreamed a horrible dream. It had this creature chasing after me. It's flesh consisted of human body parts. I was screaming at it, telling it to leave. Of course it didn't, just chased me with a disgusting smile making this horrible screeching noise. It finally caught up to me and snatched me. It grabbed my arm and twisted it into something, like a balloon animal. It bit my legs and arms and I felt an excruciating pain. I screamed and cried. This felt all too real, it's almost like I could feel the pain in real life. I bolted up in a cold sweat, then I got up to go get ready. I looked in a mirror and it looked like I had been crying. I went and splashed cold water in my face.

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…