Dreams have always been something that has interested me in indescribable ways because dreams are something we don’t entirely understand. Societies throughout centuries have pondered dreams and their significance and to no avail we still don’t have answers. When I was taking a psychology class my first year in college, I was especially interested in the dream section of the course. It really drew me in to talk about something that we don’t quite understand, but deal with. I started to delve into the meanings of my dreams more and how they impact my decisions.
I had a dream last night that was extremely vivid. We all have those dreams about the first day of school. They usually occur due to the stress one feels about the start of the semester. The one I had was strange. I still don’t quite understand what it could mean.
I was walking into the school building aimlessly wandering around. I found my room number: 203. I discovered there was already quite a few students inside who were waiting for class to begin. I made my way to the back feeling insecure about the unfamiliar faces that gazed up at me. I was drawn to two individuals. Out of all the other seats that were available I chose to sit between them. To the left of me sat a timid looking girl with short brown hair. To the right of me an African American male with dark eyes. He was positioned away from my desk silently conversing with his friends. When I sat down I looked over at the girl next to me. Her hands were neatly folded on her desk and she was tapping her foot, staring ahead. She noticed I was staring and loudly scoot her desk closer to mine. Taken aback I looked over at the African American male who was already staring at me. I decided to direct my attention to the whiteboard. He grabbed my hand. It was cold to the touch. I didn’t pull away. The girl put her hand on her cheek and sighed.
What does it mean?