By Tristan Pang, Year 7, 27/8/2013
I ran. I ran from Grendel. A huge hairy Man-wolf with green sharp claws. I kept running until I fell off a cliff and floated in mid-air for a moment then I plunged down towards the rocks. I was scared. My muscles tensed. I was forced down without any control. I woke up when my whole body jerked and twitched before I reached the bottom. I found myself sweating badly on my bed.
The dream was horrible but a bit amusing. Chasing and falling did appear a few times in my dreams. It was not always Grendel; it was once a spider preying me for its dinner, another time it was a pig running after me because I ate his brother.
The events in my dreams are normally beyond my control. I am just watching a drama that takes place in my skull. When I enter the mysterious and fascinating world of dreams, the reality does not apply. The setting, the story, and the characters do not make sense. They are all jumbled. I am sometimes not sure whether the main character is me or somebody else. I can only recall a few parts of the story when awake. I have to put the pieces back like a jigsaw puzzle to get a more complete story for my dream.
There are exceptions occasionally. I can at times make a creative move. I am aware that I am dreaming and have control over them. Like my mentioned dream earlier, I could have swerved the cliff and hide. This is called lucid dream. In here, I am the writer, director and character of the drama.
Sometimes during the day, I dream and dwell of the past or future, or even something impossible. Though these daydreams may be a waste of time, I sometime could solve the problems or get inspiration for the projects I am working on.
I had also experienced a type of dream called night terror. These were dreams similar to nightmares but caused greater degrees of horror since my toddlerhood until about eight. I was not aware of the night terror. My mother told me that it seemed like I was awake during a night terror with eyes wide open. I kept screaming, punching the air, and pushing everyone away including my beloved mother. Luckily, I outgrew this type of dream now but instead of night terror, I sleep talk and sleep walk. I sit up, move around on my bed, open my eyes widely, and talk nonsense for as long as half an hour. This type of dream is much more pleasant and interesting for my mother because I keep smiling and reacting to my mother’s conversation, even though it does not make any sense.
The world renowned psychologist, Sigmund Freud, said dreams reflect our deepest desires and anxieties. If we can recall and review our dreams, we can unlock our inner selves and improve our lives. But I believe even though we cannot understand our dreams, we can at least enjoy the wonderful moment in our dreams and be the main character, director, or audience. Dreams are the theatre of our mind!