The dream is always the same. I have a view of a cracked ceiling, and there is a burning, tugging sensation on my wrists and ankles. I shift my head to the left and my head pounds so hard I almost lose consciousness. There is a dirty mirror on the wall and I strain my eyes to make out my reflection. I see a dirty child tied to a bed that has seen better days. Panicking, I tear my eyes away from the horrifying image and try to make sense of the situation, but it is so hard to concentrate with the thumping in my skull. Suddenly, with a flash of gold, something is pulled over my eyes and everything goes dark. My body thrashes in the bed but two strong hands are holding me down… My eyes open and I take in the familiar surroundings of my …show more content…
I had it all figured out. The day flew by and before I knew it, I was on my way to the library. My history teacher had assigned us a town history project, and I was determined to get some of the research done before football practice that night. The library was not one of my most cherished places to be. But i knew i had to get stuff done, so at the library, I headed straight for the history section, the familiar maroon carpet muffling my footsteps as I walk down the aisle. I reached the section where the library archives all of the old town newspapers from past years. Shuffling through the worn, yellowing pages, I grabbed a couple of random newspapers and brought them to a table so I could start my research. The articles were mostly the same: tree planting, speeches given by the mayor, and charity work, but nothing that would make for an interesting project. Frustrated, I flipped through more pages until one headline caught my eye: “MISSING CHILD”. Curious, I read the article and discovered that a little boy, Daniel Harding (6) had been kidnapped from his home in a near by city. I skimmed through the rest of the article until my eyes rested on the photo at the bottom of the page. My heart nearly skipped a beat as I recognized the face. It was me. My blood went cold as I stared in shock. How does that boy look so much like me? He has the same thick brown hair and
On evening of June 9th 1959 in a small town named Clinton Ontario, a couple of hundred kilometres from London, Ontario, a fourteen year old Steven Truscott gave twelve year old classmate Cheryl ‘Lynne’ Harper a ride home on the crossbars of his bicycle, the pair rode along the Country Road. What occurred after this is still unknown, and is still debated due to the wealth of questionable information from varied sources. Around 11:20pm, Lynne’s father had notified officials of his daughter’s disappearance. Just two days later, Lynne Harper’s body was found in a forested area just next to the County Road. Lynne Harper had been sexually assaulted and strangled to death.
In “In Dreams Begin Responsibilities” Delmore Schwartz works with themes illusion, status and changes. He does this through mother, father and light. Schwartz is saying that most of the people are infantile and weak because they cannot accept the reality of life.
Dreams have long fascinated the human race. This alternate reality, separate from the conscious world we see around us, has captured the interest of many people throughout history. In fact, mankind has been studying dreams since the invention of the written word. Perhaps the lure of dreams is that there seems to be some significance behind them. Most reject the idea that dreams are just random meaningless fragments of data. The vivid sensations that dreams create are just too powerful to ignore. The world of dreams is filled with peculiar phenomenon and unexpected events that beg our attention. Consider the following example of a dream:
Christine Jessop was a nine year old girl who after bring dropped off by the school bus at her home in Queensville decided to ride her bike to the park nearby to meet with her friends. After stopping to buy some gum at the local store she was last seen walking her bike up her driveway by her friend Kim Warren. She did not keep her appointment with her friend at the park, and would never be seen alive again (Anderson & Anderson, 2009). This small town instantly became involved in the search for the missing girl, but with very little evidence to go on time passed, and hope began to diminish for the safe return home of Jessop. On New Year’s Eve 1984, eighty-nine days after Jessop went missing, her body was found badly decomposed in a bush by Fred Patterson fifty-five kilometers from Queensville. An autopsy would later revival that she was raped and mutilated (Anderson & Anderson, 2009). The police still did not have a suspect in the case nor did they have any leads, but now that her body was found the police and the small town were the topic of media, increasing pressure
My dream began in a huge mansion late one night. I began to walk down the long, narrow hall. Bright flashes of lightning lit up the hallway for seconds at a time and bangs of thunder shook the whole house. Candles were lined up along my path to light my way slightly. As I walked further and further, I approached the end of the hall where a full sized statue stood. It was standing in shadows and so I had to get close to see it well. All of a sudden, the statue lifted up his solid steel foot with the worn sole of his shabby shoe facing me. It was trying to show me something on the bottom but it was too dark for me to see. I was frightened and began to run in the opposite direction down the hall. Then I woke up. What could this dream mean for my life and me? I wanted to find out.
‘Beep’ I answered the intercom. “Mr. and Mrs. Taylor are here regarding their missing son” answered Sally, my assistant. I signaled her to send them in. They entered with a melancholy look on their faces. Hand in hand they had a puppy like look that I couldn’t say no to. So with comfort and reassurance I urged them to share their horrific story. The story was that Matt; the Taylor’s son was reported missing a few days ago. He was let go from school but never turned up at home. I assured them that I will do all that I can do and sent them home. The case wasn’t that unique as there have been many disappearances and kidnappings in this town. Most of the kids are just trying to get out of this unexciting and dreary town or just wanted to get away
The dream always opens with the same scene, where I find myself hovering over a body. All around me is darkness with a sliver of moonlight that landed upon the silhouette. I acquired an eerie feeling, along my arms are goosebumps, my hair standing on end. The figure below me moved ever so slightly as it’s chest rose and fell with each breathe. As if it was sleeping and woke up from a long nap, it slowly fluttered its eyes and became aware of its surroundings.
The first article I read about the 15 year old boy that saved the 5 year old girl. Tamar Boggs a 15 year old boy at the time saved a 5 year old little girl by the name of Jocelyn Rojon from being kidnapped. Jocelyn had been missing for more than two hours by the time Tamar Boggs was aware of it. “Jocelyn had been missing for almost 2 hours…” When Tamar Boggs was notified of the missing little girl he borrowed his friends BMX bike to go find her with a friend. Tamar had a feeling in him that he was going to find her. They found a car that seemed like it was in an unfamiliar area almost like he had never been there before. The car stopped and Jocelyn Rojon came out of the car and ran to Tamar. Tamar had found the missing little girl by the name
There are many facts that are unknown about the mind. For centuries, philosophers and scientists have tried to understand how it works. We have learned that the mind has a number of different levels of processing. Before Sigmund Freud “nearly all the previous research and theorizing of psychologists had dealt with conscious, such as perception, memory, judgment, and learning“ (Hunt185). Freud brought forth a number of theories that dealt with “the unconscious and its crucial role in human behavior”(Hunt 185). The unconscious is a storage area for information that is not being used. It is also the home of “powerful primitive drives and forbidden wishes that constantly generated pressure on the conscious mind”(Hunt
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.
This critical evaluation essay will be on Martin Luther King’s speech “I Have a Dream”. This speech was delivered during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom on 28 August 1963. This march was initially organized to focus on the economy, but as the date grew near, the focus shifted to social issues in the country. This march was attended by more than two hundred thousand people, to include the many actors, musicians, and the civil rights leaders. Martin Luther King said “I am happy to join you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation”. (King). Martin Luther King not only touch the hearts of so many that day, and on that he made people aware that there was work
Nine hundred and thirty-seven. That is the number of people assaulted and killed by law enforcement officers, this year alone. Our government is implementing laws and regulations that punish minorities and those without money so they cannot afford to live comfortably in our society. Citizens are being refused the right to serve in our nation’s military strictly because of the fact that they don’t conform to an archaic idea of a two-gender system. We are witnessing the Great Divide. American citizens are disunited based on issues of identity. With this divide, inequality has become an increasing issue, but strong individuals are unifying to fight for racial and gender equality. Many concerned individuals are fighting for equal opportunity in American society because our divided country allows some people to advance while others are held back.
You walk into the house of a new friend. As you scope it out, you realize something a bit strange… You’ve been there before. But not exactly in person. You think about it a little bit, and you then realize that it was in a dream, a dream that perfectly portrayed with every small detail the exact room you’re now standing in. Sound familiar? This is an experience that is not as rare as most people think. For many, these arbitrary feelings of extreme familiarity, known as déjà vu, come through dreams that some say predict the future. The things that dreams show may not be something at all significant, just a random moment proposed to happen somewhere in the near or far future. There have also been accounts where the dreamer claims they saw a
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…
"You'll never see an object in dream that you haven't seen in your daily life"