Am I Dreaming: How Our Brains Really Work Essay

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Am I Dreaming? I. I awoke from a dream. A dream so realistic that I had no idea if it was real or fake. I had to grasp reality, as my alarm clock buzzed with anger as if it was mad as well, for it wanted to know the answer too. My mind was so mixed up and the screaming voice of my sister yelling at me to get ready for school was not helping. I had to make a choice. A choice of life or death. A choice of , was it true or not, did my best friend get dumped by her boyfriend of two years and I picked the choice of yes. They were the perfect couple, everyone loved them, such a shame. Was what I was thinking as I walked through the hallways of high school. I didn't know if I was the only one who knew the news and if so I didn't…show more content…
That’s when I knew I had to make sure she wouldn't’ tell anyone, which she promised. As class came to an end we both got up and walked out together down the hallway toward one locker where I knew I would get some answers, Jennifer’s locker. She was standing there by herself with nothing but a smile on her face and books in her hand. We both walked up to her and gave her a hug that confused the crap out of her. Then next thing I knew Rebekah began to say, “are you okay?” and “how did it happen?” which confused her even more. It was my turn to chime in and that’s when I said, “I’m sorry about you and Cameron. He’s a jerk for breaking up with you.” She didn't say anything just looked at us like we were crazy… which we kind of were. After a few minutes had passed she busted out laughing and said that she and Cameron didn't break up and that they were doing fine. Relief flooded through my whole body and we all began laughing as we walked down the hallway together to our next class and that’s when I discovered that this whole day I was living in was dream. A dream of heartbreak. II. Our brain is a magnificent tool, it can do many things but one thing that fascinates me the most are dreams. Every night we go to bed in hopes of meeting our favorite celebrity or flying around the world, well really just in hopes of having a crazy magical dream

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