Descriptive Essay About My Dream

I am your pilot this morning, and I will be taking you to Newark, New Jersey. The flight will be about three hours. Sit back, relax and have a good flight. I looked to my left to see my parents on their phones, not paying attention to any of their surroundings. There was a long line of people in the aisle waiting to take their seats, each person pushing large suitcases. In the row across for us, Jack was sitting in the row seat listening to music. Since there was four of us Jack had to sit by himself with two other strangers but he didn’t mind. The engines suddenly started to roar as I started to get pushed gently back into my seat. The front of the plane started to rise from the ground and as soon as I noticed we were up in the air. I took a deep breathe as I took my backpack out under the seat. I grabbed my new book “Looking for Alaska” and began to read. One of my friends gave it to me as a going away gift because she knew I loved to read. After a while, my mind slowly started to drift off onto a whole different planet. I was still in shock that I just left all my friends and I was moving to New Jersey. The whole situation was not processing through my head and I thought that we were just going on vacation to New Jersey, and we were not actually about to live there. Even thinking about having to make new friends and joining a new soccer team sent chills down my body. I am always shy around new people and now I have to break out of my

After everyone has boarded the plane has a slight sweaty disgusting smell because of how many people

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

The best part of a long, hard-working day is when you finally get to lay in your bed, close your eyes and let your imagination run free. As you sleep your mind takes you to another place far away from the real world. You begin to dream. Over the night, you may have several dreams. In the morning, you may wake up and wonder what your dreams were suppose to mean for you and your life. By analyzing your dream, it "gives a true picture of the 'subjective state'-how we really feel about ourselves-which the conscious mind cannot or will not give" (Wietz 289). In order to find the meaning of a dream, you have to pick out the most important symbols and define them. But you may be wondering what exactly is a symbol?

To many people, dreams are the thoughts that occur while sleeping, having almost mystic qualities. For millennia the significance of dreams has escaped even the brightest of philosophers and intellectuals. Many people have speculated about why people dream and what meanings the dreams have but in recent times two theories have gained credibility in answering those questions. The first theory is Sigmund Freuds and the other is known as the cognitive theory of dreams also known as biological determinism.

We proceeded through the security section of the airport and subsequently located our gate. As we waited, my sisters and I marveled at the planes taking off and landing behind the large transparent windows. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, it was time to board the plane. Soon afterwards, I found myself drowning in a sea of tiredness. I woke up to an air-hostess offering a tray of food—pretzels, bread, butter and some fruit salad. I devoured the meal to realize that the plane would reach London’s Heathrow Airport in a mere thirty minutes. After the plane landed, we followed the same pattern of going through security, locating our gate and waiting at our terminal. However, to our surprise, a ticket agent revealed that our flight to Dallas had been cancelled due to adverse weather conditions. He

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

Of course, I had to go through immigration, pick up my bag, and once again pass through security. Once I was in the gates, I started finding my gate, and by this time I had only 3 hours left to leave. I was desperately hungry, like if I hadn’t eaten for a long time. This was the first thing I did, eat. I waited there until it was time to board again. Like one hour before boarding, I started walking to my gate. People were all rushing, and desperately trying to go everywhere, so it took me awhile to get there. By 8:00pm, I already was inside the plane. About one-hour flight, I was so tired but refused to sleep. I watched all the people around me, and in that moment I felt so lonely in the plane because I didn’t know anybody at all. Once I got there I took a taxi, and went to my apartment where I had everything already set up since summer. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until next

The next morning at 2:00am we woke up, and started driving to the airport with my mom. As we are getting on the plane my heart is beating a million miles per hour, I hate planes so much they give me anxiety.

Most of us have at one time or another experienced a dream, be it a nightmare or a pleasant walk in a forest. Either way, it was always believed that dreams encompass a coded message that might be expressing our hidden wishes, things that happened in the past or even predict the future. In the past, there have been many attempts to unravel the secret hidden behind the dreams and so far the world came up with three main theories of interpreting the dreams (Freudian, Jungian and Cognitive)(Wade, Travis 1998). In this essay I will attempt to analyze my dream by using each of the theories mentioned above, then compare the outcomes as well as their possible connections to my life and in the end determine, which one of these theories is the most

When my eyes dared to open, the Trans Caribbean airplane had touched down barreling down the runway until the wheel brakes subdued the speed. Just a few more seconds and the ordeal was finally over. “Thank you sweet Jesus,” I whispered, “for letting me survive my first airplane flight and transatlantic to top it off.” Perspiration exuded from every pore of my body and I felt exhausted. My husband sitting next to me holding my sweaty hand while my other arm was clutching my 14-month-old child cradled in the safety of my lap. Suddenly, a loud shrill noise - my fear intensified another notch, but the stewardess quickly assured us that everything was fine; she had accidentally dropped the mike to the intercom. At last, the plane taxied slowly toward the terminal. A stewardess announced our landing at McGuire Air Force Base and gave instructions how to proceed after disembarking the aircraft.

in an attempt to calm down, i put some music on from my IPod and recline the seat a bit. Although i’m anxious for the 6 hour flight ahead, i fall into a deep

Thankful for the smooth landing I got off my cozy seat that I had been keeping company for the past three hours. Exhausted and sweaty, I scurried out of the plane, quickly thanking each worker for their service. I followed my parents, along with over a dozen other people down the narrow lane that led to the airport. A colossal sign read Dallas, Texas, as the automatic doors slid open and freed me from the tiring ride I had just encountered. As I was waiting for my luggage, two of my teammates ran over to me. We all looked cranky and tired, yet a positive vibe was still there. I ran up for a hug as we all shared our travel stories. We began to talk about our competition, all looking nervous yet enthusiastic at the same time. A siren went off, gathering everyone's attention to the carousel. Our parents reached in and grabbed our luggage, with assisted help from the each of us. We then made our way out of the airport and into the street. In a matter of minutes the smell of gasoline filled the air as the bus doors opened.

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…

Standing in awe, I review the instructions on the paper ticket I hold in my hand: “1: Close your eyes. 2: Picture your dream place to visit. 3: Insert this ticket into the ticket feeder.” Following the instructions, my eyes close as I take a deep breath. What the one place I dream greatest about? I could travel anywhere; there are so numerous places I had dreamed of visiting. Shifting through my thoughts, I accordingly choose somewhere I have imagined for the longest time. I heavily exhale, opening my eyes as my ticket gets pulled into the feeder.