The Story of a Remarkable, Average Man Names Florian

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:

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

Dreams are something all humans share in common and they manifest the realization of our lives. They have a great influence over our essence and can provide colossal amounts of courage and strength to accomplish our greatest desires. However, when we do not have dreams to fight for our lives become meaningless and sorrowful, nevertheless this is the situation many people face throughout their lives. Broken dreams have become a popular theme among writers because a connection can be made with the theme and because there one’s truth can be faced. Whether dreams are forgotten or unaccomplished, there is a theory by philosopher Carl Jung that states, “Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment, and especially on

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

For days he stayed there, curled up by the wall. The sun would rise, somewhere, illumine the mouth of his pitiful den, grace the cold rock in front of him with a soft blue sheen, and set again, immersing his life in empty darkness. One day, two, three, he stopped counting, buried his mind in the chambers of his soul where a soft dim warmth still glowed. Waves of grief passed through, turned him over in riptides of hungriest despair, roaring death pounded nightly at his door, and then, hearing no answer, tore away again, letting warm comfort envelop him and soothe his damaged

Children’s stories are usually simple tales with clear life lessons meant to help make kids think, without overwhelming them with complicated words or symbols. While “The Dream” is a story marketed towards children, the author, Arnold Lobel, managed to make it a piece that is beneficial to children and adults alike. Lobel included events that make the reader ask questions that have been the basis of several well-known philosophers work, yet made it simple enough for anyone to understand. The most profound question this story presents is “How do you distinguish reality from a dream?” Many people have experienced the feeling of waking up from a vivid realistic dream and wondering if they’re truly awake. The majority of people answer this question using rationalism and the famous philosopher, Descartes’, idea of “hyperbolic doubt”. This story gives a clear example of these ideas and how they are used.

It had all been a dream, that conversation Percival had with a little girl. He’d had the same dream every night for six months, ever since he and Gwaine found out that finally, after three years of waiting, they would be fathers. Percival had pictured his little girl so clearly in his mind every night – her voice, her comforting weight in his arms, the scent of her shampoo (strawberry). But there was every chance that the dream was about to become a nightmare.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

The past few sections of last week’s reading of Lucky’s Dream have provided us with the back story to each of the main characters, except for Jimmy. It is in this week’s reading that we finally are exposed to the past that has haunted him for the last 30-years. Between Odysea, Lucky, Diane, and Jimmy, their histories are entangled with devastation, physical and mental abuse, abandonment, drug use, etc. In an attempt to understand their actions taken throughout life, there are many psychological theories that can assist in providing a basis for that understanding.

When trying to comprehend a story one should always take note of the important aspects throughout the passage. There are various instances contained in the essay’s “A Way Of Thinking” by William Stafford, and “The Symbolic Language of Dreams” by Stephen King that have vital pieces that contribute to the whole message. Specific questions, words, and events should be identified when trying to develop a full understanding of the meaning. Stafford and King both illustrate the various aspects and ideas on how a writer creates. Stafford expresses his views on how receptivity and trust within the individual’s inner world help the writer create. Similarly, King depicts numerous reasons as to how dreams have helped him in his writing. After reading

I woke up, like a corpse rises from the grave, my bloodshot eyes flooded with tears. The cool air lulled my throat, dissipating the faint memory of a raging fire and loathsome vultures

Mary Alice Duncan woke with her heart pounding like a stoned drummer doing the fourth encore of Moby Dick. She pushed herself up from the sweaty hollow in her crumpled sheets with shaking arms then scooted back until her back was propped against the wooden headboard. She wrapped her thin arms around her, willing her body to stop trembling and the blurry dream images to

Dreams Not In Sleep Dreams and thoughts do not only occur in our sleep. They can happen day or night, and sometimes play tricks on our mind. In the poem, “Dreams Not Accompanied” by Sleep by M.Bree, discusses dreams and the abstract ideas that they can figuratively be. M. Bree strategically utilizes symbolism, irony, and metaphor in “Dreams Not Accompanied by Sleep” to debate how dreams can also be: thoughts, memories, things we hear, conscious dreams, sleeping dreams, or even abstract objects.

The man recognizes how easy it is to surrender to the mirage of good dreams, where the richness of color and variety of detail provides a dangerous contrast to the grey monotony of both his and his son’s reality. Often, he awakens “in the black and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun,” (272). Those dreams are an invitation to rest in some nonexistent land. The man recognizes this as a dangerous temptation so he forces himself to wake up and face the cruel world rather than deteriorate in a world that no longer exists. His philosophy is that “the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.” (18). Only bad dreams belong in his mind because all good dreams are a reminder of valuable days that cannot be lived

these theories about why we dream, and what they mean. He believes that what we dream about