Dreams And Dreams : My Dreams

There are many things I want to do when I am out there in the real world. I am like every teenager out there with countless dreams. I grew up with so many dreams. When I was still young, I wanted to be a police officer, a firefighter, an astronaut, even a doctor! But as I grew up I would narrow it all down to one or two choices and I have to choose one and what I want to be in life soon. I already know what I want to do with my life. What I Intend to do later in life is just to live a normal life and being happy with what I am doing, but since I love exotic cars, I plan on buying one. But buying these types of car is going to cost me huge amounts of money.

The movie What Dreams May Come gives a rather positive view on the afterlife. I think most of the ideas and views shown in the film are related to many of society's main beliefs pertaining to death and the afterlife, but the views are left broad enough so they can relate to any specific religion. Personally, I have no concrete belief concerning the afterlife, or whether or not if there even is life after death, but I can see why many people would agree with many of the films perspectives. The movie is shown through Robin Williams's character, Chris Nielson who's first personal encounter with death is when his two children, Marie and Ian both die in a car accident. Four years later he dies himself after being hit

As a child, did you ever wish upon a star? Did you ever dream of being a prince or princess in a magnificent castle? Or dream of being able to fly high above the tallest buildings? I know I did, I had many dreams. Many children dream of magical places they want to go, people they want to be, and things they want to feel. The Walt Disney Company has strived to make these dreams of children a reality. Whether it is getting to meet a princess, or getting a new pair of shoes, The Walt Disney Company wants to make every child feel special. The founders, Walt and Roy Disney, originally strived to create animations of fantasy worlds filled with scenes that would make anyone feel warmth. They continued their works by

There are four significant symbols in my dream. All of them contain a specific meaning and relate to an aspect of my experiences in real life. The first symbol is the mansion. My dream took place in a mansion which means the mansion provided the basic foundation for the dream. The mansion is a reflection of my soul and self as everything in the dream were contained in that mansion. Moreover, the mansion was unctuous with many rooms were connected by secret passages and doors. This indicates my complexity in personality. As an individual, I have a lot of sides and corner within me: many of which even contradict with each other. For example I consider myself being gregarious when I am at school but for most of the time I enjoy being alone and avoiding communicates with others. I embrace all of these sides of my personality because they make up the person I am today.

“Ready, set, go!” The loud gun shot rang in my ears as I pushed forward and ahead of the crowd. It wasn’t easy for me to be able to run like this.

As a child, I was a daydreamer. I loved to imagine myself in fantastic outfits, surrounded by interesting people in a dazzling setting. My thoughts would also often wander at night and I would dream so vividly about these things that it almost felt like I was actually in those amazing places experiencing all the fun. Sometimes I would be a beloved princess of a royal family in some far away land. Other times I would be a spy on a top secret mission to find hidden treasure. When I imagined myself doing such spectacular things like swimming across the ocean or singing in front of a crowded concert hall, I felt like I could do anything. Becoming a dancer was my favorite dream. I could imagine myself twirling around on a stage while dressed up in a beautiful costume. I longed for that dream to come true. In a way, it did.

My first mindful rest experience was new and kind of unexpected. I did not believe I would feel so comfortable in that position to fall asleep on the floor afterwards. I amazed myself that I didn 't want to get up. My dreams are generally very vivid and involve lots of action, however in my dream after this experience was completely dark. Not scary dark, but just the nothingness found in blackness. I took a fair bit of rearrangement to get into a comfortable position, but once I got to it, the hard tile floor actually didn 't feel as hard as I had thought it would. Surprisingly, my grandfather used to take naps on the floor lying flat with a pillow against his head, although his feet were not in the same position with knees pointing towards the sky, I felt connected to him through this activity. I found I had to really plan out a time to do it in the future, because this experience was completed at a random hour when I was working on my other homework and I realized I had mindful rest to complete today. I am planning on doing it for 7 days straight but am a little worried that I may miss a day because of timing.

1. A dream I had that actually intrigued me to the point where I had to write it down was dreamed only a few days ago. I was driving to Seattle and for some reason the route felt different. It felt as though I was in a maze and I eventually became lost. I then texted my friend Rob and realized that I was still in Spokane. I observed my surroundings and saw that I was no longer in my car, I was in an entirely different vehicle. I can’t recall what kind of vehicle it was, but I knew it wasn’t mine. Although it wasn’t my car, I for some reason didn’t care. I didn’t try to report it; I just knew I needed to go to Seattle. So I kept on driving and as I was passing a few people on the sidewalks, I remember they were looking at me strangely, as

Looking back on that night, it seems more like a dream than a reality. And yet, it must have been real. Dreams don't feel that real. Plus, I still have his flower... Let me explain:

Dreams are stories our mind creates while we are asleep. Dreams can be witty, cheerful, passionate, disturbing, horrific, and downright confusing. All my life I have always wondered what goes on in our brains when we dream. I also have wondered why our brains create dreams. Are dreams something the brain creates to make sense of what it views so it organizes images into coherent stories. Dream content also varies depending on life experience. A child will dream of candy and toys but an adult will dream of love and their future. Dreams are just random stories you get every now and then, does the brain make dreams to explain why traumatic experiences occur because our dreams are stories of what you fear in life, are dreams warnings of what

Slipping back into her dream, she was no longer in the church. Dream Fianna had just reached the market in the village square with her sisters and the cart. Scouring the marketplace for the shawl maker, the girls were approached by a middle-aged woman leading a bedraggled nag attached to a cart stacked with knitted goods. Laboriously, the lady plodded along, dragging her left leg. Dream Fianna smiled shyly at the woman.

A Thesis ANALYSIS ON TRAGIC CHARACTER IN THE MAYOR OF CASTERBRIDGE By ANDRI HERMANSYAH 102026024515 ENGLISH LETTERS DEPARTMENT FACULTY OF ADAB AND HUMANITIES SYARIF HIDAYATULLAH STATE ISLAMIC UNIVERSITY JAKARTA 2009 APPROVEMENT ANALYSIS ON TRAGIC CHARACTER IN THE MAYOR OF CASTERBRIDGE A Thesis Submitted to the Faculty of Adab and Humanities In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements For the Degree of Strata (S 1) By ANDRI HERMANSYAH 102026024515 Advisory: INAYATUL CHUSNA, M.Hum. 150331233

It all started when I was younger I always had a great interest in drawing and music. Drawing is something I did at least every day as a young child whether it was on paper or on the walls. I would draw about things that I saw in front of me and my imagination which tends to run wild with ideas. As I got older I started designing online with different graphic programs such as Photoshop and Gimp and I gain a love for it I’m not the best but I will be soon. Other than art music has always played a big part in my life so many different genres were played throughout my household such as jazz, blues, gospel, r&b and soulful music and of course hip hop and now that I have an acoustic guitar I’m learning how to perfect that. I love how music can affect your emotions good and bad and how it changes the world. When I listen to music I listen very closely to the instruments and the voices of the artist and it intrigues me so much. Now that I’m in college I decided that I want to combined graphic design and music within my career and make it into a business. It is my goal to become a graphic designer and a music A&R (artist and repertoire) in the beautiful city of New York and give back to my community and church with doing annual toy drives and coat drives for children with my husband with two boys living a nice home in the city.

In an outrageously expensive, over budget hotel I lie, terrified of the days ahead. The bed is hard with coarse sheets and a single pillow that has very few feathers in it. I am convinced I am lying on the concrete at the bottom of my jail cell, except I have willingly decided to be here. When I saw that continental breakfast was included in the price of the hotel, it felt slightly worth it. This morning, I bit into my eggs and I was surprised I could actually hear the vibrant yellow scramble as my teeth slid across what felt like rubber. The toast was stale and crumbled when I attempted to cover its fowl taste with a small plastic package of apricot jam. This prison food could never be worth its price.

When I was little, I was the girl that always followed the rules, and was a little bit shy. I don’t remember much about my past except for this and a couple other things, but I hear a lot of stories about what I did. We were at a wedding reception for one of my dad’s friends and I was running around with Andrew and Emily my older siblings. We were running around being crazy and I had a lot of sugar in me, so I was bouncing off the walls. My father Matt told me to come over to him to say hi to some people he knew. I went over there and I was bouncing all over the place just wanting to run everywhere and scream “I want more SUGAR.” That's when I saw “enter name” with balloons. I looked up at my father and said “Can I pretty please go get a balloon?” He said only if you give me a kiss on the cheek. I gave him the kiss and started to run towards her. My dad saw that she had a knife in her hands and was getting ready to cut the balloon strings to give to the kids. Out of nowhere I heard my mother yell “Madelyn don’t run up to her walk.” I didn't listen to her and kept running. My eyes were set on the pretty sky blue balloon that she had, and I wanted to beat all the other kids. When I got up to her that was when she was cutting the strings of the balloons. The knife then slipped and cut me on the lip, I don’t really remember much after that. I remember the taste of something warm running down my face and going into my mouth. Everything around me started to dance and I heard