Reflection About Dreams

Lyca Mari G. Masiclat

E-4R

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Dreams can really be weird. I saw my fluffy gray cat having rainbow-colored fur and a fancy tail chasing a giraffe in a park in one of my dreams. What does that even mean? It doesn’t even make any sense. I don’t even think about my cat that often, neither do I think about a giraffe and a park. They say that it is because of our unconscious desires but why would I even want my cat to have that fur color? Dreams can really be more complicated than love. The surrealism in this one is strong.

Dreams are stories and phantasmagorias that our brain projects while we are asleep. They are universal human experiences that can be described as a state of consciousness. Psychoanalysis says that dreams are a secret passageway to our unconscious and Id-driven desires. They can be amusing, fun, quixotic, unsettling, terrifying and sometimes very peculiar. Some people might not say that they didn’t dream last night

In one of my dreams, I was in a supermarket and there were suddenly zombies all over the place. I don’t know what happened but I had a pair of scissors and I cut the head of each of the zombies that were blocking my way to the exit. As soon as I woke up, I didn’t feel scared. I felt awesome. I never thought that I would be that brave, even just in my dreams. Because of that dream, I think that I may be dangerous, not to the point that I’ll kill somebody, but to the point that I might hurt someone. In reality, I like holding scissors and threatening some of my friends and I even try to point the scissors at them to the point that it is nearly a centimeter away from their face. I estimate quickly. In throwing a ball, throwing a crumpled paper to our trash can in the corner of the room, catching something, who knew I would be good at it? But that’s just a minor thing about me. In reality, I interpret my dreams all by myself. It somehow makes me feel sad and bad about