Personal Narrative : Dreams : A Dream As A Dream

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

My Father once told me that it is an unspoken rule to stop and exit your car should you witness a wreck. “It is an action of human decency.” He would say. I wouldn’t have known, as I had never been in the driver’s side seat of a car, let alone allowed to touch the steering wheel. I looked forward to the day that I would be transporting my parents from Houston to our ranch in Hallettsville, which was two hours away, where we would finish out our week. Because I inevitably spent four hours in a car, driving to and from our ranch every weekend, I saw many, many car wrecks. However, seeing a car wreck was not the same as witnessing one, and as a child, I longed to be in the thick of one, not as a victim, but as the good Samaritan who hopped out of their car and rushed to the scene. I wanted to be the person that would be in the paper the next day, front cover, full color picture, in bold letters, my name and my heroism displayed for the whole city to see. It was, then, arguably unfortunate for me that my Father was such a careful driver. If I was lucky, I would see the carnage, the crushed aluminum, and the disheveled drivers from several lanes away. If I was unlucky, I would be straining to see the vivid red and blues of the constables’ light show glinting off the windshields of the other cars. As far as I knew, no one had ever been recognized for being in the backseat of a car moving away from a collision.

A real life “Field of Dreams” undoubtedly describes this ballpark. More than likely, some of baseball’s greats will not magically appear from a corn field to play baseball with you; the true beauty and love of the game, ultimately, is enchanting enough. Any ordinary boy with the opportunity to play on a major league baseball field will forever keep that memory locked away in a sacred place. Luckily, I was that ordinary boy who earned the greatest gift of a lifetime.

Thesis Statement: Dreams are successions of images, emotions, and sensations that occur subconsciously during sleep.

This morning I woke up agitated and moody. I was lucid dreaming basically all night so I am really tired because my mind was on and racing all night. After I had my coffee I was good to go.

We had a large group so they sat us in the back room with extra-long tables. As we finished ordering our drinks, Brittany struts into the room followed by Patrick and the rest of their prom group. Just by chance they ended up at the same restaurant, sitting at the table right next us. Patrick and I sat facing each other across the two tables. I couldn’t help but glare at him. He spent the entirety of the dinner fake laughing at jokes I knew he didn’t think were funny and fidgeting with his utensils. He always did that when he was nervous.

Lucid Dream When resting my head on the pillow, I look for my nightly escape. To drift deeply into subconscious, under the shelter of a starry cape. Into a world that is open, with options not beyond my reach, where possibilities are endless and the mind’s safety is without breach. Wonder to any place desired, with such great ease and zero bounds. Enjoy the magic surroundings and float about in the clouds.

My dad and I began walking through the swaying grass towards the tree stand. The early morning was still black when we finally arrived. We shimmied up the ladder and sat down on the cold, metal bench. I peered up at the dazzling stars, searching for the few

This is late, but i’ve been busy, what else can I say? Finding the balance between working on my writing, generating steady income, and progressing with creative projects has been grueling. However, It’s been a satisfying challenge. We all struggle and for the first time in awhile, I feel like i’m struggling for a good reason. But that’s a piece for another day, I digress.

Thoughts of sorrow flooded my head. Almost as if I had already drowned. I have become deaf towards society as the true pain of my mother leaving had turned my heart cold. I look in the washroom mirror, questioning where I stand in life. Spending time on the ghetto streets, breaking rules and going towards the negative path in order to seize the temporary moments before reality hits. I am a teen named Tyrone, with a slender build, pushing my hair back towards a thuggish look, wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. Eyes filled with tears I run outside, to a narrow street of old worn down houses, packed with families who have lost hope. Tightly packed cars, dark, and seemed abandoned. On the lonely street, the lights suddenly flickering, what I witnessed was petrifying. I heard the gasp of my childhood

“Such are the familiar dreams of falling from a height, of teeth falling out, of flying and of embarrassment of being naked” (Freud 69). These dreams that we experience, are believed to be representations of our desires or fears, according to Freudian ideology. Sigmund Freud also believed that there existed a structural model for our personalities that consisted of the id, ego, and superego. He held the idea that the id was an instinctual drive that relied upon the pleasure principle. Conversely, however outrageous the desire was, it was repressed by the superego. This superego functioned as a censor, which assisted us in undertaking socially acceptable behaviors, by repressing urges from the id. The ego acted upon the reality principle

In the novel, Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M Coetzee, the magistrate’s progressive, non-linear dreams are a parallel to his growing involvement with the barbarians and his growing distaste for the empire. The great psychoanalyst, Sigmund Freud said, “The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious.” In every dream there is a hidden meaning and when the reader starts analyzing the magistrate’s dreams he reveals that he is oddly attracted to the barbarians and knows he should not get involved and it will be a trial to get close to them.

At some point, someone has said that high school will be the best four years of their lives and college gets even better. So with that idea in people’s heads, they come up with their ideal image of the college. They start planning the perfect scenario of what college they will go to and what their roommate will be like. They often try to compare an unrealistic image and turn it into a realistic image, but they are unlike in many ways. Once students step onto the college campus, they will soon face what it is actually like to be in college.When people understand that college is not the perfect movie scene, then they will take advantage of expanding and furthering their education seriously. Going to college is a whole different experience and there is a lot more to it such as the rigorous classes and overwhelming school work, being more independent, and forming new bonds with others.

"You'll never see an object in dream that you haven't seen in your daily life"

When I was little, I was the girl that always followed the rules, and was a little bit shy. I don’t remember much about my past except for this and a couple other things, but I hear a lot of stories about what I did. We were at a wedding reception for one of my dad’s friends and I was running around with Andrew and Emily my older siblings. We were running around being crazy and I had a lot of sugar in me, so I was bouncing off the walls. My father Matt told me to come over to him to say hi to some people he knew. I went over there and I was bouncing all over the place just wanting to run everywhere and scream “I want more SUGAR.” That's when I saw “enter name” with balloons. I looked up at my father and said “Can I pretty please go get a balloon?” He said only if you give me a kiss on the cheek. I gave him the kiss and started to run towards her. My dad saw that she had a knife in her hands and was getting ready to cut the balloon strings to give to the kids. Out of nowhere I heard my mother yell “Madelyn don’t run up to her walk.” I didn't listen to her and kept running. My eyes were set on the pretty sky blue balloon that she had, and I wanted to beat all the other kids. When I got up to her that was when she was cutting the strings of the balloons. The knife then slipped and cut me on the lip, I don’t really remember much after that. I remember the taste of something warm running down my face and going into my mouth. Everything around me started to dance and I heard