Descriptive Essay About A Dream

A dream is a number of thoughts, sensations, and pictures people see in their minds while they sleep. Generally there are two kinds of dream; good dreams and bad dreams also known as nightmares. For the past year, about every three to four months I have a reoccurring nightmare; after having this dream many times, I think it shows an underlying insecurity/fear that I have and need to conquer and/or deal with. It always starts the same, I’m in my car driving with my best friend, down a long road

Moving through the neghborhood I glance over to my right and notice a row of houses. Robotically, I leave the roadway, making my way over to an unassuming house on the corner. As in the other versions of this recurring dream, I am not entirely comfortable with what I am about to do, but I feel compelled, seemingly unable to do anything else. Neither the neighborhood nor the house is familiar to me as I approach the front door. Half hoping my entrance will be thwarted by a locked door, I reach

Unexpected 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

“It’s written all over your face!” She laughs obnoxiously. “I don’t!” I turn to the side and there is Sarah snorting like a pig, I punch her in the arm. “Hey Arabelle” I turn to see phoenix smiling. We both go dead silent and then start laughing uncontrollably, Us laughing might be the most lifting thing in this depressing hospital. “What?” He asks clueless “She lo-“ I step hard on Sarah’s foot “Ow!” She stops laughing and so do I. “What’s up Phoenix?” I say trying to be chill but it comes out with

Dreams are funny things sometimes, what you dream in the night, can be triggered by something that was said to you that day, someone you were thinking about or talked to, or even something something you saw. I’m not quite sure what triggered me to have this dream, but I remember that the scenery was magnificent. As with all dreams, I began in the middle of it, so I didn’t know where I was or where I was going. I was being driven somewhere, and there was nobody else to be seen. I was in some kind

tried looking around the tree and found I was in a bird 's nest and i felt very small. Then I looked at my arms, legs, and the rest of my very unusually small shape. I found out after a few seconds I was a bird, then I thought this was definitely a dream! When I looked at my self I knew I was a Blue Jay, which I have seen before in scouting with my troop when I was little, and human of course. So I flew and it I felt a tiny breeze while I was flying, and then I saw a ton of pigeons

There are many dreams that have lent themselves to shaping me as a person. A few of them worth mentioning include the recurring dream I have where my teeth all fall out, one by one. The second dream that presents itself often is my anxiety-ridden dream of waking up late for classes or something important I have to do. Of course I am relieved when I wake up and see that they aren’t true, and most cases I’m able to wake myself up from those dreams and tell myself they aren’t true. That being said,

Dreams Gleams of peach and lilac streak the sky, as a Friday night sunset intensifies in Downtown Boston. Pages flip one after the other in Elizabeth’s textbook, as she frustratingly cannot find the answers to her Economics worksheet. The home telephone rings as Liz’s mom scurries to answer it. “Hello?” “Liz it’s for you honey.” Liz gets up off the old chocolate brown leather couch, rolling her eyes as to who could be calling to talk now. To her relief, it was just her best friend Carrie. “Hey

It was so quiet, with only the subtle breeze brushing against the giant trees making noise. I let out a small breath of awe, forgetting almost completely about the dream. Almost. "I'll never get used to this." A high voice spoke from behind me. I jumped a little in surprise before settling back down, thinking it was the stranger from my dream, but remembering who really was there. Strange that after all these months of solitary within the forest with her, I would still jump at the sound of any

in San Antonio attending The University of Texas at San Antonio. Studying criminal justice and working myself up to the position of a Border Patrol Agent. Being raised by a single parent with only one income has motivated me to pursue not only my dreams but to ensure that I’m living them to the fullest. The thought of moving back to San Antonio fills me with joy. It may not be New York or Seattle, but it just feels like home. Being in the city feels like a cozy cup of hot coco, the people