Essay On My Dream Of My Life

Throughout history, numerous people have studied the human body and its many functions. One area of the body that causes much confusion and controversy is the mind. Many parts of the brain baffle scientists, but a specific aspect of the mind that is fascinating and puzzling is dreams and their functions. It is surprising that an average person dreams for at least six years of their life, but scientists still do not know the role of dreaming (Shaw). Several theories have been presented to provide a reason for dreaming, and attempt to explain what most do not understand. Although dream research has been prominent lately, no agreement has been reached on which theory is correct on the purpose of dreams. Some believe that dreams are only

To me, the notions that my grandfather was once as young as me and that I will one day be as old as him are equally preposterous and improbable. But, you know what’s perfectly plausible and, sometimes, desirable? An alien civilization living some billion light years away with mosquitos-to-ice-cream conversion machine available for rent to inter-galactic neighbors.

The speech “I Have a Dream” was delivered by Martin Luther King on the occasion of the centenary celebrations of Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation on 28th August 1963. The speech was dramatically delivered on the steps of Lincoln Memorial and it was witnessed by about two million people. This speech is often considered to be one of the greatest and notable speeches in history and the top American speech of the 20th century.

We arrived when it was pitch black and we pulled up to a small house and I thought to myself, why couldn't it be the huge one next to it. But sure enough it was we had read the address wrong. I was so happy the house was beautiful inside and out. But we were tired from our long journey that we went to bed for I could explore the forest behind it tomorrow.

Going to college has reminded me how much I truly love to read. It’s also reminded me that there are some books that I cannot bear to sit through. For a long time, I only read books that I knew I would love, or that I’d at least like. I only picked up a book if it was by an author I knew, or if it came recommended by someone.

Dreams, what they mean and what they are, are questions that have long been in the philosophical discourse, these questions even branching out into the fields psychology and biology. However, one question about dreams that hasn’t been asked is if the dream is a kind of art, and narrowing it down for the purposes of this paper, if dreams are a kind of fiction. This question has effects and implications and influences in so many fields of philosophy that answering it will be kept to the essentials of the argument. In this paper, I will examine the question if a dream is a fiction, how and if dreams and film are related, and I will conclude that by examination of the similarities and distinctions that exist between fictions and dreams

Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions and sensations that occur usually involuntary in the mind during certain stages of sleep. Some people claim that they never dream. But that isn’t truth. Everybody dreams, but some people have a better memory than others. Some can remember their dreams vividly. While others can remember partially. And others can’t remember anything.

My dream has been to travel around the world to enlighten myself on global food and culture. Ironically, I never leave the house and live off of instant ramen noodles. I’m also extremely passionate about creating a positive impact on people’s lives, so I went to Haiti, got a chronic rash, and temporarily turned into the biggest bitch EVER. I have divorced parents, and quite frankly, it would be weird if it were any different. I love my family, particularly because we are all distinctly unique. My older sister, Alex, collects crystals and has an obsession with serial killers and Broadway musicals. Nicky, my younger brother, has anger management issues and is in a ‘taking a selfie while looking at himself in a mirror’ phase. Luckily, I am over the selfie phase, but still working on my anger-management issues. I was also brought up by the coolest mom ever, who thinks she was Indian in her past life. Who am I? I am my family, I am my experiences, I am a rad girl, and according to my mother during my bitch phase, my rash does not define me. My name is Madeline Ley, and I will not sugar coat a single thing.

As human beings we are always going through life with a goal to reach. Whether that goal is to get to a certain level of education or if you dream of being a movie star. We all have something that drives us to keep moving forward. Some people will say that have a goal or dream is what makes us human. If we don’t have a dream then what is the point of us living at all. But along the way things can cause us to change the course that we have already set for ourselves. Lucretius who was a poet stated in one of his poems that “From just these first- beginnings. They are moved By their own inner impulse first, and then such groups as form with just a few together, are moved by unseen blows”(Austin 294). A lesson that I learned as I grew up is that everyone will not always have the same goal as they get older but over time our minds will be changed. There are many different things that can influence the decisions we make depending on who we surround ourselves with. For me my dream is to go to Germany and to work there doing art. I always wondered if somebody would be able to come along and make me change my mind on something I set my mind to. Is our will the thing that drives us or is it the will of others. It all depends on how strong our will is. But things can’t always stay the same if we are trying to please ourselves, a group we are in, or if we are being controlled by something bigger.

By age ten, I already knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Sure, it seems like an early age to make important, life-long career choices, but honestly – it was a subconscious decision at best and an abstract idea at worst. During my brief life, my career plans have changed dozens of times. First, I aspired to be a teacher, until I admitted to myself that I didn’t like children. Then, my dreams shifted to becoming a fashion designer, until I discovered their average salary. After numerous other fallen dreams – ranging from dancer to actress – I came to the realization that my dream career had been sitting in front of me all along.

In my hands, i hold a ticket for my future. A ticket to what i hope to be successful. I envision myself living 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.

This dream happened a year or two from today; I remember that was also the longest day I ever had since there was a school activity and it was a huge gathering that made all the students in my junior high stressed and depressed. So I went home by 6:30 pm from school and immediately rushed to my bedroom to rest, obviously; I did not mind changing my clothes to “pambahay” and not even close to deciding if I should take a bath and cleanse myself to have a good and deep sleep. And then finally I went to sleep, the moment I closed my eyes I felt like I was already sleeping even if I was still conscious that I am still in the process of going to sleep. I saw red, blue, yellow, and green lights flickering and I felt it was dragging me into another world. It happened so fast and the next

Have you ever felt like you weren’t able to be yourself? Well that’s my life every single day. Since I was a little girl my dream has always been to become a famous model but it’s not easy. Nine years ago my dad got very sick… and passed away. That’s when my life turned upside down. Recently I’ve thought about modeling again and decided it’s time to take action with my gift. My papa always told me,”Do what makes you happy”. So I think that’s exactly what I’ll do!

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream....

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.