Dreams are Weird

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My view on dreams and why they happen, along with a few odd dreams that I've had.

Submitted: May 30, 2013

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Dreams

(A descriptive essay that describes what dreams are, and some of the dreams I’ve had)

Dreams are weird, there’s no doubt about that. They can be funny, happy, and sometimes sad, or demented. My theory to this odd assortment of topics is this: the subconscious is constantly rendering all your thoughts- conscious and unconscious. The mind can turn dribbling a basketball towards the opposing team’s side into riding a horse valiantly into battle. The mind can do that. Here are a few examples of dreams that awakened me laughing, and others that yanked me awake screaming.

In one dream, I wake up in a small room made of wood. I slowly lift my head up and look around. In the room there is almost nothing except a chest, a few bookcases, and a table. There’s a window right next to the bed, and if I look outside I see a thriving green valley with cows and sheep grazing through the green grass. I get up and walk to the chest and open it. In the chest is a suit of armor made out of an odd purple gemstone, along with a sword of the same material. I don the armor and grab the sword, and then I walk to the door, turn the knob, and step outside. The bright sun shines into my eyes, which I shield with my arm. I look around and gasp in awe at the size of the valley. It stretches far off into the world; so far I can barely see the end. I take a few more steps and close the door behind me. My adventure has begun. I trek through the valley while cows and pigs stare at me with curiosity. As I near the edge of the valley, I stop at the rim of the forest to regain my strength from the day’s long journey.

By morning I’m packed and ready to set off again, this time through the forest that I rested near. At around midday, my goal is in sight—a massive stone-and-iron structure. When I walk close I see symbols carved into the rock. I walk some more until I get to the gate. I slowly near the entrance, turning to view my surroundings as I proceed to open the door and walk into the chamber.

An odd sight meets my eyes as I walk into the wide expanse of a room. A floating demon that seems to be made out of the molten core of the Earth turns around to face me.

“I have been expecting you.”  He said. I raise my weapon in response.

“So be it.” He boomed. The room starts shaking and his internal flames flicker and flare. Suddenly, he rushes, and I block his flailing punches with my seemingly invincible sword. The battle lasts for only a few minutes because my armor was oddly flame-resistant too. When he disintegrates, his ashes whirl together to form a bright, shining gold key. The ground starts shaking again, and a hole appears in the wall. In the hole, was a chest. I walk towards it and unlock it with the key. When it opened, darkness flooded out, and I was consumed.

I truthfully don’t know why that dream happened. But I have a theory that I was trying to portray the victories and defeats of life. When I won in the dream, I was immediately shot down by whatever was in that chest, which I think portrays the theory that when you rise up, you get pushed back down to where you started, and that repeats over and over again.

I have another, shorter, dream that made me exclaim “What?” when I woke.

 June and George yell at each other for unknown reasons, like cats and dogs fighting over a small turf of land.

“I’m done. I’m sick of this fighting!” George yells.

“Well, so am I!” yelled June. Then June floats off to sulk in a corner. George drifts over to me through the crowd of people hovering around in the auditorium.

“Hum.” He says in an odd tone of voice. I shrug. I really just want to do something. Boredom is eating me alive.

“Come on, let’s go join the class for P.E.” I suggest.

“Yeah, why not,” he replied. He jog back to join the class and start jumping over a small house in the center of the auditorium.

“I don’t even know how we’re doing this, but it’s an amazing feeling! Like I weigh nothing!” someone yells. I was having too much fun to actually figure out who that was, but oh, well.

The dream ended there. This one was one of the weirdest I can recall, and the reason I think I had it because the day before I was probably thinking about space or zero gravity or both. To my knowledge, there’s no real way to make yourself have a fun dream besides being carefree and relaxed. My dreams are in direct relation to my thoughts. If I’m fraught, I’m probably going to have a dream that reflects that. If I’m relaxed, I might have a dream that is funny and happy and gives me the feeling of “Hey! I’m gonna have a great day!” This is my theory.


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