In the three hours i slept last night, i had the strangest, most vivid dream. I was a social worker who was sent to investigate a house that was thought to be an unstable environment for the children living there. When i got to the house a big woman led me through each room, and in each room i would meet a different set of people and circumstances. It took me sometimes hours to get through one room. To make a long story short, the last room i came to was a big master bedroom. I still hadn't found any children, and the house had no traces that any had ever lived there at all, so i couldn't understand why i had gotten a call to inspect. Right when i was about to leave the room i noticed a crack in the back of the fireplace. I looked closer and realized that there was a dead space behind the fireplace big enough for 10 by 10 room. Somehow i cracked through to the other side and found about 10 children all huddled together, filthy and starving. And then i woke up to my alarm clock. It got me thinking... what is a dream anyway.
According to Webster's Dictionary, a dream is known as a "sequence of sensations, images, thoughts, etc., passing through a sleeping person's mind". In our dreams, we can go anywhere, we can be anybody, and we can do anything. When we dream, we are like passengers on a moving train, unable to control our actions and choose our surroundings. We let our mind take over. Sometimes, dreams can be understood in the context of repressed thoughts. Dreaming serves as an outlet for those thoughts and impulses we repress during the day.