Personal Narrative: The Lucid Dream

The words of Martin Luther King Jr. hold as much truth fifty years ago as they do now: “I have a dream…”. I, too, have a dream for America, that progress will never stop being the foundation of this country. I have a dream that one day, all traces of today’s struggles will be as insignificant and irrelevant as the worries of the European explorers believing the world is flat. I have a dream that someday, the next generation will correct the error of their predecessors. I have a dream that my optimism regarding the future will prove every bit of doubt in my mind wrong.

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

In the blood of battle, the most fragile thing is easiest to lose: your wits.

I stumble out my one-night-stand’s apartment grasping on to the nearest railing for support. Sloppily, I buckle my belt and take a swig from my vodka bottle, stinging my throat with every drop. The bottle slips out of my hand crashing at my feet, almost in slow motion. I giggle hysterically and hobble down the steps. My brain is numb and filled with psychotic thoughts. I grab the car door handle and slump into the cushioned seat, nearly passing out, from a night of careless sex and non-stop alcohol can really put a load on a 5’6, skinny guy. Without thinking a grab my keys and start the car pulling out to the abandoned, dimly lit freeway. Everything was better at night.

Waking up, knowing the day was going to be the same, Elizabeth or Liz for short, was ready to go to school. Doing the same routines every day of school: waking up at 8:15, take a 10 minute shower, get dressed up, brush her teeth, do her hair, eat breakfast, walk out of her apartment, drive to school, and hang out with her friends until the bell rang at 9:15. Liz started the second semester in 11th grade, but now she has been in school for 2 months.

The scrawny boy had nothing after his departure from his prison home. Each hour without nourishment, his stomach growled louder and louder like the sound of a whale’s horn. Each day, limbs begin to shrink in dangerous sizes and eventually darkening his hopeless stoned heart. He begins to experience the life of a homeless, he sat down on a random street walk and made a bowl like shape with his two spotted raw-bone hands, thirst for dollar bills and food. As time flows along, he finally experienced the emotions of being homeless. Dozens of pedestrians cross the street walk, an emotionless gaze occur upon the poor vulnerable boy with a disgusted look in their faces, as if the boy’s penniless aura irritated their precious

There is an unseen balance in the universe, one not measurable with charts and graphs or even with the highest tech machines man has to offer. This unseen balance guides my life like a tiny white flame, showing the way through the infinite maze that is life.

I am so emotionally invested in my clients, which allows my clients to actually IMPLEMENT and DO everything we create. I couldn’t do this if it was an automated, generic, run of the mill, done to death business mentoring program. If I give them that, that is exactly what they will create and THAT is not smart, savvy or a success generating lifestyle and business. Nor is it the change I want to see in the world. The past weeks of my AWAKE program we have been putting together what would seem to business basics, BUT that doesn’t it cut it in my eyes. We go so deep that my clients are amazed at the result, because they have never done anything like it (most of my clients have had several coaches, mentors and been around the block a couple of times)

I had to learn this lesson all on my own. It was hard and difficult to finally get the idea of my personal belief system. I believe it is mind over body if you can believe it you can achieve it. Just like the little boy playing with his fire truck when he grows up he can be a firefighter or anything that he believes he can be. Just like I believed that I would walk during my graduation. I actually got this idea of walking during graduation when I saw my older brothers graduation and had preconceived notions during seventh grade. I never thought that this dream possible to accomplish. It was at my eighth grade graduation that I really began to believe that it was possible for me to walk at my high school graduation. I am not saying that it was easy; I had to put in hard work, sweat, and tears to accomplish this goal.

Scholars define lucid dreaming as the ability to achieve mental consciousness while still physically asleep (Levitan et al). During a normal or ‘non-lucid’ dream, people take their dreams for reality; a lucid dream allows dreamers to conquer that false belief and realize they are dreaming while still asleep. Although dreams occur in all stages of sleep, complex dreams (the ones remembered upon awakening) take place in the rapid eye movement stage (REM) (Gackenbach et al). Using a polygraph, scientists observed the brain activity of individuals while they slept; when an individual entered into a lucid dream, areas of the conscious brain and unconscious brain lit up (Levitan et al). In a lucid dream the unconscious mind and the conscious mind

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that

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.

“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.

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