My Dream : My Story Of My Dreams

Growing up all I ever wanted to be was a professional football player, my dream was to make it into the NFL and repay my parents for all they've done for me. My whole life I was told to find something I love to do and stick with it, that's when I knew that football could be my free ticket out of Hawai’i. As my knowledge grew, I started to realize the struggles college would put my parents through financially, and that's when I decided football was the way to take care of that all. But as a kid, you don't see the full picture and you honestly never will, but all I knew was that I hated school and loved to play sports. Growing up I've always had people tell me to take care of my school work and be a student first. As a kid, you understand what

Every single one of us dreams and each one is experienced at a personal level, but interpreting them and figuring what they actually mean is still a mystery to us all. The histories of dreams, dates all the way back to over 5,000 years ago. These were the times where they would still write things down on clay tablets. Even then, we were already interested in what dreams meant. During the Greek and Roman eras, dreams were perceived in a religious sense. If they were good dreams, they would be interpreted as a gift from God, while bad ones were from the demons. (Dream Moods, 2013)

Throughout our dreaming experience, we feel different sensations, emotions, and thoughts interpreted through images in a person’s mind. During our unconscious process, the meanings of our inner thoughts are experienced through dreams. Some psychologists believe dreams are connected to our real emotions and others may see dreams as a specific meaning related to one’s life (Young). Dreams can put us in touch with our real motives in life due to the connection they have to reality, but other opinions are believed to be that dreams are simply processing memories letting go of emotional thoughts throughout your day (Hamilton-Parker).

You are a top prospect for the NFL, you are the next Peyton Manning, the number one pick in the draft. Your college career was phenomenal! You were the athlete of the century! You led the nation in touchdowns, passing yards, and you won the Heisman Trophy. You are in the last couple minutes to seal off the championship game. The coach calls a play action and you do not see anybody open, you decide to run the ball. You are at the 11 yard line and a cornerback comes up from behind and tackles you. You tear your ACL, your chances for the NFL are over. Your scholarship is gone because you cannot play the sport the college recruited for. Your parents cannot pay for college, your college education is over. You have no money, a half finished

There's 24 hours in a day, 168 hours in a week. I have all this time to think yet I never use any of it, I'd rather keep my mind on things that are relevant and happening in reality not my own thoughts. My the realist says I haven't talked about anything related to my heart break in weeks. At first not talking about anything was my way of keeping myself together but I feel like I'm gonna break anytime soon. Things are starting to feel so empty to me, like as if life is going on and I'm just just kinda in it.

Ever since we were kids we all had dreams. I think these dreams are precious to everyone but the more you grow up the more and more people look down on you for trying to pursue your dreams if they do not meet the “norm” or if people don't understand or know what you are trying to pursue.

All your life you’ve dreamed big, but would your dream turn into reality? Imagine someone other than yourself putting it in your head what you're set out to be in life. Highschool football was everything to me. I've taken many sacrifices such as quitting my job; picking up unnecessary classes, and focusing on football it's self instead of other important responsibilities. These three things set me back, regrettably I became an athlete instead of a student athlete. With no desire to do anything else in life I always wondered when this is over what's next?

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.

Right now I am hundreds of feet over the ocean while holding one hundred balloons, but first let me tell you how I got here. It all started like this; I was going to the balloon store. It was my cousins 16 birthday and there was going to be a big party. I was assigned to get the balloons. So, I did. I walked into the store, to be greeted by an old man. The man wore old fashion clothes and had hair as white as paper. I told the man I need some balloons, and he asked, “How many would you like?” “100 should be fine” I replied. “That’s a lot of balloons sir, you don’t want to float away” The old man said. In my mind I laughed. He started to fill up the balloons and it was at that moment that I started to worry. Was it possible to float away I said to myself, no stop that’s impossible I convinced myself. The balloons were done and I payed and managed to get them out the door. Then somehow, I started to float, higher and higher. And I quickly rose to an alarming height, too high to jump. People got out of their cars pointing, screaming and murmuring among themselves “that man’s floating” How did he get up there?” “Should we help him?” But it was too late. That brings us to the present, 1 day later (at least I think) floating over the ocean.

M.L.K once said “ I have a dream….” Now my mom is saying, “ I have a dream to go to America, and make my kids well educated.” Our family does not really have good education; however, my uncle did go to college. Long before I was born my grandma, her son, and her daughters actually immigrated from Bhutan to Nepal. My family are Nepali, but they just lived in Bhutan. I don’t really know the story, but they had to immigrate from Bhutan, for the government did not like them being there. At least that's what I’ve heard. I guess we are moving for the “American dream”, or to get a better life. Some of my uncles, aunts, and cousins are already in Boston. So it won’t be too bad. In the afternoon (while we packed) we had a conversation about moving:

Dreams are a series of reflections, appearances, and sensations developed in a person's mind during sleep. It can also be a cherished aspiration or ambition. A dream is a wish that comes from the bottom of your heart that motivates you to do the unthinkable.

“Ugh!”, I said as I saw the morning sunrise and the light started to creep out of the blinds and fill the room with warmth.

I looked over the classroom filled with my peers and spoke with pride. “When I grow up, I want to be a superhero.”

The dream started like it always did; A black feather lying on the snow covered ground. I sighed and started walking. I didn't need to glance down to know if I was taking the right path anymore. I'd walked this path so many times I could follow the trail of feathers with my eyes closed. I reached the outcropping of rocks to where the crow sat on top of boulder, watching me. As soon as I got close enough, it jerked its head to the side as if to say "that way" and launched into the air, heading west. I sprinted after it, racing to where I knew the crow would go. I stopped at the large oak tree seconds before the crow landed in its branches to grab a leaf. I dash ahead of it, catching its flight out of the corner of my eye. I push myself to run harder. I needed to beat the crow. It swooped down to pick up a glittering red rock off of the ground next to me, and I sprint even faster. I had to beat it. I had to see her face. I had to ask her why she was doing this to me.

Living in the bustling city may not be my dream, but it has its benefits. Shops and other amenities are within walking distance and both Alice and I take full advantage of this. As usual, I have no money in my purse for shopping. Even so, the bright sun invites me to join it outside. With no particular route in mind, I point my feet in one direction and commence walking.