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A curious dream
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The dream is always the same. I have a view of a cracked ceiling, and there is a burning, tugging sensation on my wrists and ankles. I shift my head to the left and my head pounds so hard I almost lose consciousness. There is a dirty mirror on the wall and I strain my eyes to make out my reflection. I see a dirty child tied to a bed that has seen better days. Panicking, I tear my eyes away from the horrifying image and try to make sense of the situation, but it is so hard to concentrate with the thumping in my skull. Suddenly, with a flash of gold, something is pulled over my eyes and everything goes dark. My body thrashes in the bed but two strong hands are holding me down… My eyes open and I take in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. A thin sheen of sweat coats my body as the aftermath of the dream still lingers and the golden California sunlight pours through my window. I glance at the clock on my bedside table, I was late. Again. Groaning, I flipped off the covers and stumbled into my bathroom. No time to shower, I quickly ran my fingers through my thick, brown hair in a valiant attempt to tame the beast. I put on my clothes, scooped up my backpack from the ground, and headed down the stairs. Both my parents were in the kitchen. My mom was taking some homemade chocolate chip pancakes out of the oven while my dad was at the table, blowing on his coffee and absentmindedly skimming through today’s paper. I scurried through the kitchen and grabbed a cookie from the counter. I gave my mom a quick peck on the cheek and headed out the door. “Don’t forget to go to the library after school today Damien!” my father reminds me. I glanced back, shot him my winning smile, and promised him I would. As I was in my last year ... ... middle of paper ... ...it the room, revealing the boxes and discarded items that littered the small area. I started rummaging through the boxes finding holiday decorations, old china plates, and even a set of dusty records, complete with a record player, but nothing that I was looking for. Annoyed, I set the heavy record player on the floor, resulting in a hollow thump. That was strange, the sound echoed as if there was space under the floorboards…One of the boards were loose and using an old candle stick as a makeshift crowbar, I pried the board loose. To my surprise, there was a space underneath the floor! I yanked up the other old boards and was shocked at my discovery. Sitting in the cubby was a medium sized brown box. It was coated with a thin layer of dust as if it hadn’t been touched for a long time. I carefully peeled off the tape, opened the box, and was stunned at what I found.
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The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
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There are many facts that are unknown about the mind. For centuries, philosophers and scientists have tried to understand how it works. We have learned that the mind has a number of different levels of processing. Before Sigmund Freud “nearly all the previous research and theorizing of psychologists had dealt with conscious, such as perception, memory, judgment, and learning“ (Hunt185). Freud brought forth a number of theories that dealt with “the unconscious and its crucial role in human behavior”(Hunt 185). The unconscious is a storage area for information that is not being used. It is also the home of “powerful primitive drives and forbidden wishes that constantly generated pressure on the conscious mind”(Hunt 185). As this area of the mind can only be understood through speculation, I will look to dream interpretation and psychoanalysis as keys to unlocking this area of psychology
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