My Dream Experience

Having a dream and living with passion is very important because I believe living without passion is like being dead. Someone like Tony Hawk could agree. Tony Hawk has been a professional skateboarder for over 24 years. However, he did not receive that title overnight; Tony got his first skateboard when he was only 9 years old. Since then, Tony worked extremely hard and put a lot of his focus on skateboarding. He did it because that was his Dream. Tony’s Dream was frowned upon by many of his teachers and adults alike. One of his teachers even told him that he “would never make it in the workplace if he didn’t follow directions exactly” (Hawk), but he never gave up his Dream. He kept working hard and eventually became a pro at the young age of 15.

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.

It was April 3, 2015. While the wind danced around picking few leaves here and there along with itself, my spirit on the other hand, marked with unease and nervousness stood in stark contrast. It was time to board the airplane for United States of America; it was time to leave India, my birthplace as well as my home for 14 years. With hopes of achieving the American Dream, my family and I would board the airplane, oblivious to the opportunities as well as hardships and sacrifices which would follow. Although the journey might seem as a physical one - of around 15 hours, it was a moral journey of understanding new cultures, new ideas, new struggles.Nevertheless, it was a journey to understand the true beauty of the world.

The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.

As I walked quickly to the arrivals, my suitcase making skid marks on the terminal floor, I couldn't fathom the thought of waiting another second for this adventure. For what felt like hours of waiting, my aunt had finally picked me up. It was a three and a half hour drive to Mark Twain National Forest and I watched through the window as the sky changed into a colorful painting of pinks and blues. The fresh air of the Midwest ran through my veins and I felt like I was home again.

Looking back when I was ten years old, on a sunny day waiting at the airport in Cuba for my plane to arrive, I was so excited because of the thought of experiencing a new life in the United States. Sadly, our plane delayed a few hours, my parents and I got anxious that we deiced to walk around the airport; going to stores and eating at a "Cafe" nearby. Finally, our plane landed around twelve P.M. and instantly everyone started running to the door like stamped, there they checked us out and we walked toward the plane and up the stairs to find our seats.

My arm reaches for the closest sturdy object near and in quick fear I turn to face our speeding plane against a race of varied shades of blue and purple streaks attacking the glass window. The running sound of the giant jet engines maintaining power through the sparking thunderstorm would continually cause the entirety of the machine to shake, meanwhile a feeling of mid-crisis washes over me, at least 40,000 feet high in the air, my mind struggles to fight off anxiety and instead focus upon more fulfilling concepts that reassure safety such as remaining hopeful. Perhaps, considered a nightmare or rather a beautiful creation, this intense experience accompanied my journey to America. At age eight years, my family made one of the biggest decisions that would greatly impact the course of my life, and this complete twist of a life path would take me from the Middle East, across the Pacific Ocean to the landing in the city of angels, also known as Los Angeles, California.

Nervousness and uncertainty entered my mind while sitting in Newark Airport, I reflected on how this experience would impact my life, as I entered the aircraft I felt tenser and very excited at the same time. It was time for takeoff, I read a book for 1 hour, wrote down things I wanted to see, and then feel asleep until we landed. When I came through Customs in Arlanda Airport I was greeted by my mom’s uncle Robel and two of my cousins, I was surprised how fluent they all were in English.

Risks and creativity seem like they can never correlate, but in “Create Dangerously” and “Dreams that have changed the world”, Edwidge Danticat and Van De Castle contrast the risks taken in creativity to produce a satisfying masterpiece. Danticats an immigrant artist creates despite the adversity she faced; Danticat has taken risks and wrote against the horrors of Haiti. However Van De Castle a great dream theorist has shown many examples of creativity in the dream world and how the risks taken to create in the awaken world has led to the formation of awarding winning pieces. Danticat in “Create dangerously” and Van De Castle in “Dreams that have changed the world” portray analogous ideas on how risks are a part of the creativity process. Danticat

Children around the United States wake up on Thanksgiving morning to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade; I was always one of those kids. The parade and the city were always something that seemed magical to my tiny blue eyes. Fast forward to freshman year, my parents gave my brother and I the biggest surprise: we were going to the Big Apple to watch the parade live. My family would not be staring in awe at the television screen that year -- we would be living the experience. After months of waiting, days of packing, and an hour of turbulence, a jolt shook the airplane as it touched down at LaGuardia Airport. New York City called for us to explore. Sights, sounds, and smells surprised my senses within a second of stepping out of the airport.

In the summer of 2016, I traveled to Orlando, Florida. The trip began with a short, 75-minute flight from Laredo, Texas to Dallas, Texas. When I arrived to the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport there was only five minutes before my next flight left. I raced to catch the connecting flight to reach my final destination. As I ran through the hallways nearly out of breath, I squeezed

Pulling up to the airport, we could see this airport was very big. As we made our way to the counter to get checked in for our flight; we could see all the planes out on the runway. The aroma of coffee in the air, as people started to line up to be checked in. Everyone was just read to catch their flight.

Life is about change, it’s what makes our lives different from one another.  Without change what do we have to live towards? These thoughts attack my mind everytime the lights go out, or every time my father wants me to become something that I don’t believe is the right route for me. He goes on and on about me becoming the greatest cardiothoracic  surgeon to ever live. When we host simple things like dinner parties, he brags about me being so smart, it’s likes he’s trying to sell me. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad that he’s proud of me, it’s just that I wish he was proud of me for doing something that I want to do. Ever since I was a little girl, I always dreamt of becoming a ballet dancer. Every night at eight pm “Dancing Talent” comes on, it is the only television show that I watch. My father gives me this look and shuts it off everytime he catches me watching. Unfortunately, this is my life and I wish my father would stop conforming me to his regulations and standards.

Have you ever been dreaming and then suddenly you jolt awake? In my personal experience, I have woken up like this multiple times. I’ll inform you about a few stories of how I have experienced this certain situation. It was a Wednesday afternoon in Anatomy class. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer a next thing I knew I was dreaming. I do not recommend falling asleep in school, there may be severe consequences. While I am dreaming I start to experience me falling in my dream. The next thing I do, is jolt awake and suddenly kick the table. Everyone in the classroom gives me one long look of shock and goes back to their work.

Have you ever been so excited about something that you just couldn’t sleep? That was me the night before prom. As I laid in my bed tossing and turning, excited but nervous, so many thoughts were going through my head. I knew that I got nominated for Prom Queen, and I was just hoping and praying that nothing would go wrong the next day. My charming boyfriend, Mar’Kiese, was getting annoyed because I kept moving so much. He told me to relax, so I stared at my ceiling and I was literally counting sheep until I fell asleep. The next morning, we were both woken up by my vexatious alarm, and usually I’m not a morning person but on April 28th I woke up with one of the biggest smiles on my face.