Dreams

What do people think about dreams in general? It would be very interesting for me to research this and write a paper on the view of the common people as well as the scientific view in my country or worldwide (I know there are such studies and books already written). Some of my friends find dreams (I'm talking about the dreams that occur at night, while we sleep) very interesting and read theories about them, other friends think of them as signs or premonitions while the others think of them as mere dreams, not really worth analyzing. I find them intriguing. They are like messengers who give us riddles and in order to solve them we have to look for deeper meanings in ourselves and around us. Nothing is random and everything has its purpose in dreams. There are symbols, ciphers, pieces that you'd rarely think of while awake and they guide you through another world: the inner you. I should have read more, but I guess I like to imagine things, to come to my own conclusions and only then can I read and compare my thoughts with established theories. So, now, maybe Freud won't have to wait that long for me to read his book...and I'll stop pretending to be all-knowing.

Some kind of storry

Once upon a time, I decided that it would be perfect for me to study something I love; so bearing that thought in my heart I took my file and I went to apply at the University. There, surrounded by people, sounds, summer and hope, I waited in line. But, to my surprise, my file wasn't complete so I had to go and bring more papers some other day. I struggled and cried at the idea that maybe it wasn't meant for me to study there. But, I finally pulled through. With the papers in my hand I rushed to the office to give the missing items from my file. There was another line, smaller, but friendlier. When I thought nothing else could happen, I turned my head and I saw him rushing in and starting to make conversation with every girl there. I thought to myself: 'What a playboy! He's a kid and he acts like a man. Funny!'. He was tall, but all his clothes fit him like a glove. His face wasn't very visible because of a brown cap and the fact he had a beard. But somehow I saw his eyes: Big, blue, deep, with greenish lights in them, very bright and beautiful. Then he smiled and I felt lost. 'Why should I like him?' I thought. 'Why did I think of that?'. The line moved forward and then it was his turn. I was feeling a little off because of the sleepless nights and the final exams at the faculty and he gave me his seat. I politely refused, but while looking at him, I caught a glimpse at his file and saw his name. He made quite an impression on me, so when the results were posted, I looked for him there. I didn't remember his last name very well so I didn't see him on the list. Therefore I thought he didn't get in. I was sad but I kept thinking that there's still a chance for me to see him...
(to be continued...hope my tenses and grammar are good enough)