My Dreams

and sweet blossoms, the sound of bees buzzing, and the feeling of serenity. I had lived in my very own oasis where all of my childhood dreams were born. I dreamed of all my “firsts”, my first kiss, my first love, my first high school dance, my first varsity soccer game in the stadium under the lights, my first day as a college student in a foreign city, my first paycheck as an employee, and countless more. My siblings and I staged and acted out various versions of the perfect little family with the

active dreamer. I would have dreams very often some more realistic than others. In my dreams, I could feel everything and perceive everything around as if it where reality. Nightmares or bad dreams would be the worst because I’d feel trapped in my dream and actually feeling all the emotions, fear and tensions that arise without being able to wake up. From time to time, my dreams would make sense and actually mean something. Other times it would be non-sense or just my imagination. From time to time

Everyone dreams at some point in their life. The world is what it is today because of a certain Martin Luther King Jr announcing his dream to the world. Imagine what the world would be like if no one had any dreams or ambitions. We wouldn't have any of the great inventions that are present today. There would be no electricity, no telephone, no vaccinations, no transport! The whole of the United States probably wouldn't have been discovered if it wasn't Christopher Columbus' dream to find India, and

done in my life is that I've constantly kept a dream journal. When I was only 14, I became interested in what dreams meant and ever since then I've taken my dreams very seriously. I use my dreams to help me understand what is going on in my life and what I need to do going forward. If you are not currently keeping a record of your dreams, let me list the reasons why you should take this dream journal challenge and start! 5 Reasons To Keep A Dream Journal 1. Others Can't Interpret Your Dreams For

This dream that is obviously about my feeling about having intercourse without being married. It also hints that my mother may be a part of it. I am from a family where religion is a big part of us minus my dad who is not religious at all, my mother always says that we should wait till we get married before we have sex and that weighs heavy on me. The devil, which, is my shadow/trickster is my unconscious desire of wanting to have sex with the guy that I am talking to even though I am not married

running, but I knew with a burning sensation in my stomach that I absolutely needed to run, and fast. However, frustration slowly started to take root as I realized that no matter how much I willed my feet to move, that they were stuck in place. My body was seemingly suspended in the air, no longer responding to my brain’s command. I remember, that even in this deranged, unbelievable situation, that I tried to think rationally and find ways to trick my brain into letting me move, but I soon realized

Ever since the very beginning of my life, it feels as if everything has always been surreal.  My dreams and goals all took a long time to come together but they were definitely worth the wait; everything started to take shape during my first few breaths.  Thirty minutes later into being born a day early, I was born to my mother, delivered by more than seven doctors, across the street from what is now my dream college.  I was what both my parents enjoy to mention as much as possible, a very difficult

India, I asked my mother if it was too late to go back. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered a silent prayer. There was nothing she could say. My parents sat there, wearied by the unfamiliar place. My little brother, oblivious to the huge change we were about to undergo. When I looked at their innocent faces, the lump in my throat grew, but I dared not cry—I knew I would never stop if I started. It all started in the summer of 2016, back home in India. I recently passed my Indian Certificate

A Dream When i was born, my first thought was that if humanity was to take care of me, I should be obligated to take care of humanity. I’ve always wanted to take care of everyone around me but sadly as time went by I realized that that would not be possible. I grew up with stories of my country, and how its’ own people would kill each other every day jus for the fun of it. I never understood why people found the death of others so amusing but what I did understand was that I wanted to make a difference

My Dreams “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. About a month ago, I was living with my mother in a tiny hut by the river. “Mum, I fetched the water like you asked. Now can I go out with my friends?” I had never liked staying home with my mother doing chores. I preferred going outdoors and helping out at the farm. “Rebecca, I thought we already talked about this. You are not going out again