On the Importance of Dreams

It is my humble opinion that dreams are extremely important. I do not think that they reveal a person’s soul or that they expose anything psychologically significant (at least my dreams don’t). I think dreams are often just a random compilation of thoughts and feelings that have occurred in a person’s head relatively recently. The reason I believe dreams are important is because they can be incredibly entertaining. Right when you wake up and can still remember what you dreamt, I highly suggest writing down dreams that are particularly interesting or awesome or just plain weird. If you do, then you will come across them later, after you have completely forgotten about those dreams, and you will giggle because they make no sense.

The reason I bring this up is because I was rereading one of my old journals, and I came across a few dream entries that were just ridiculous and wonderful. Here is one such nonsensical entry that I had completely forgotten about until I reread it:

I was running from the police through a series of grocery stores. They falsely accused me of kicking bananas or puppies (it switched halfway through). I would have turned myself in and explained the misunderstanding, but they wanted me to turn in my steel-toed shoes, which I refused to do because someone important gave them to me. Most of the dream consisted of me running from the head cop who was a really scary and buff guy. Unfortunately, he had spies by all of the banana stands, and there were an excessive amount of banana stands, so he kept finding me. Eventually, I turned myself in because I was tired, and the head cop promised to keep my shoes safe. I somehow proved my innocence by correctly identifying Libby [my cousins’ dog] amongst a bunch of Pomeranians. That’s when I woke up.

Maybe I find it funnier because I can kind of remember the dream from this description. I think anyone would admit that it’s a pretty odd dream though. I also found one about a battlefield and ninjas and Hogwarts, but that one would take a long time to explain.

Write down dreams!

On an unrelated note, I have learned that college life is not conducive to blogging. However, college does provide opportunities to make creative coasters!

The Kite Runner Review

My initial reaction after finishing any book is that I desperately need to tell someone about my feelings toward the book. Most of the time, I cannot give in to this urge to discuss the book because my mom can only fake interest in a book she hasn’t read for so long. However, a few hours ago, I finished reading Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner, and I remembered that I have a blog. In other words, I have a place to have one-sided conversations about books.

No spoilers. I promise.

While I did not make it through the book dry-eyed, I also did not find it completely depressing. The few specks of hope and happiness that were sprinkled throughout the story were enough to distill the gravity and melancholy of the novel’s subject matter. It was an eye-opening story concerning the violence that occurred and continues in a war-torn Afghanistan, a country that I knew next to nothing about before. The development of the main character Amir is wonderfully done, but for me, it is Hasaan’s character that makes the book so meaningful and touching. It was an altogether well-told story with a satisfactory ending. I enjoyed reading it and highly recommend it.

On an unrelated note (but also kind of related), I made a New Year’s resolution to read 50 books this year. Soon after making this resolution, I realized that this meant reading one book per week. I regret this resolution because I like to read big books and have a life. I mostly just want to read more than the pathetic 24 books that I read last year. Unfortunately, I already wrote my resolution down in my journal in pen, so The Kite Runner is book one. Forty-nine to go!

On Your Mark, Get Set, and START THE BLOG ALREADY!

I think that the best mindset to have when starting a blog is to think that no one and everyone is going to read what you write. Similar to how the best way to live life is to assume that today is your last and that you will live forever. Such an attitude makes everything seem both drastically important and completely meaningless at the same time. I can’t say that I've achieved that enigmatic way of thinking, but writing is one way that I try to get there.

Enough introspective rambling, it’s time to state my diabolical plot for this blog. My plan is simply this: to assault the internet with the few intelligible drops of thought that trickle out of my brain, drops that would be lost forever had they not been saved by the rapid tapping of fingertips on a keyboard. Now you may be wondering, can’t I just start a journal or something and keep this brain dribble to myself? And the answer is yes. Yes, I could. However, I’d rather use it to decorate the internet because that is far more satisfying.

On an unrelated note, I am on extremely good terms with the grammar police, and I hope to have a syntactical badge of my own someday. Therefore, if there are ever any grammar errors or spelling mishaps within this blog, please just assume that they are deliberate and are intended for some sort of creative effect. That way, no one gets hurt.