6. Tell us about a recent dream. What do you think it meant?
This is my second and final essay for UNC. I want this to be great so any and all comments and suggestions are so very appreciated! I will return the favor (:
This dream was one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. I remember more from this dream than any other dream I've ever had. It took place in India. I was living there with my mother and father. We were there because my father was studying the magnificent underwater elephants that lived in the great river. I cannot remember the name of this enormous river but it was similar to the Nile River. It was a large river that ran through the entirety of India. In places it was surrounded by tropical forests, full of exotic plants. In other places it was surrounded by grasslands, like those of the African savannahs.
My father looked like Professor Porter from the Disney animated movie Tarzan, one of my favorite childhood movies. In Tarzan, Professor Porter went to Africa to study gorillas. My father had come to India to study the underwater elephants. The underwater elephants were of similar stature to the gorillas of Tarzan and wild dolphins. They were not seen often and the majesty of them could take your breath away. I had seen them while on a boat with my dad a few times. They were in the shallower waters. A herd of them passed by the boat, walking slowly and gracefully along the bottom. We always followed them until they traveled into the deeper water where they could no longer be seen from the surface. This dream, as with many others, fascinated me because I had an entire history, a whole slew of memories from that dream life that I could recall.
The pressing matter of this dream, the problem, was that the underwater elephants were migrating north. My father's life's work was the elephants. In the dream, when I found out that he was following them I felt an immediate sense of panic and fear. The river to the north was vicious. The waters were dangerously rough and the storms were legendary. I knew that the chances of the dad returning safely were slight. The terror tore me to pieces. The emotions were so fierce and vivid yet I find it difficult to articulate how exactly I felt. I remember my chest aching, tears soaking my face, and wishing I could just wake up as I watched my dad sail off.
When I finally woke up, I shook the dream from my head and got up to make sure all was right in the house. My mom, dad, and sister were all accounted for, asleep in their beds. I believe three things fueled this crazy dream. The first of these is my sheer awe of nature. All my life I have been admiring and attempting to capture the beauty that I see in nature. I find peace watching the sun rise over the Atlantic, deer prance across my street, or the leaves change colors in autumn. My desire for adventure made itself apparent in dream as well. In the dream, I lived in India so my father could study a rare exotic animal. I have always wanted to live in another country, to go on a safari in Africa, and go swimming with dolphins. The third had the most impact on my dream: the passionate love and worry I have for my loved ones. I love my family and best friends fiercely and I want to protect them from any kind of hurt. These three things culminated together to create a truly memorable dream.
