I Believe in Dreams
atalie Poh (12) / 314 10 Feb 2014
This I Believe
I believe in dreams. Not the ambition, dream job sort of dream, though I believe in that to, but the kind of dream you have when you sleep. When your eyes are closed, and your breathing slows, your mind conjures adventures and experiences that are completely impossible in real life, and it is this fantastical reality that I believe in. Be it scary nightmares or sweet memories, all dreams have something to give.
Sometimes, I dream of three eyed monsters and looming dark shadows. I thrash in my sleep, an occasional whimper escaping my lips, and my entire being shivers from absolute terror. My mind is plagued with evil whispers and terrors of the night, darkness engulfing me. I transcend into this pit of fear, sinking deep and deeper. But eventually, when I shoot up from my bed, eyes wide and heart still thudding, I once more get pulled back into reality. Nightmares remind me just how fortunate I am. In this reality, in the one I am living in now, ghosts do not exist, and my parents love me enough not to sell me into slavery. They remind me that things could be much worse, that I must be content with what I have, and that I should thank God every night that when I do dream, I do so in my warm bed, under my soft comforter, and not on the cold, hard streets. For how horrible nightmares are, they sure do bring me a lot of relief.
Other times, I dream of gingerbread houses and tooth fairies. I snuggle even further into my bed, a small smile graces my lips, and my entire being is filled with a sort of peaceful happiness. My mind floats through summer and spring, and I can smell the fragrance of newly blossomed roses as I fly through this clear sky, the taste of freedom sweet on my tongue. When I wake to the first rays of sunlight, I feel light and happy. Dreams never fail to leave me in awe and wonder. My dreams in Neverland, second star to the right, shows me just how powerful imagination is.
This I Believe
I believe in dreams. Not the ambition, dream job sort of dream, though I believe in that to, but the kind of dream you have when you sleep. When your eyes are closed, and your breathing slows, your mind conjures adventures and experiences that are completely impossible in real life, and it is this fantastical reality that I believe in. Be it scary nightmares or sweet memories, all dreams have something to give.
Sometimes, I dream of three eyed monsters and looming dark shadows. I thrash in my sleep, an occasional whimper escaping my lips, and my entire being shivers from absolute terror. My mind is plagued with evil whispers and terrors of the night, darkness engulfing me. I transcend into this pit of fear, sinking deep and deeper. But eventually, when I shoot up from my bed, eyes wide and heart still thudding, I once more get pulled back into reality. Nightmares remind me just how fortunate I am. In this reality, in the one I am living in now, ghosts do not exist, and my parents love me enough not to sell me into slavery. They remind me that things could be much worse, that I must be content with what I have, and that I should thank God every night that when I do dream, I do so in my warm bed, under my soft comforter, and not on the cold, hard streets. For how horrible nightmares are, they sure do bring me a lot of relief.
Other times, I dream of gingerbread houses and tooth fairies. I snuggle even further into my bed, a small smile graces my lips, and my entire being is filled with a sort of peaceful happiness. My mind floats through summer and spring, and I can smell the fragrance of newly blossomed roses as I fly through this clear sky, the taste of freedom sweet on my tongue. When I wake to the first rays of sunlight, I feel light and happy. Dreams never fail to leave me in awe and wonder. My dreams in Neverland, second star to the right, shows me just how powerful imagination is.