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I love sleep. I really do. More importantly, I love the dreams that we have when we sleep. I believe that dreams are more than just fancy imagery produced by the subconscious. In fact, they are images and stories loaded with significant meaning. I want to share with you a recent dream of mine. So I was climbing these rocks–a tall rocky hill. There were a bunch of people also climbing the hill. We started at the bottom and darted up the hill as if we were in a race. But we were all having fun, behaving like little children, jumping from rock to rock, and frolicking. I can hear the others laugh and chatter about around me. I kept climbing even though the climb started to become more difficult. I grabbed onto a rock to pull myself up even higher. As I kept ascending, the others’ voices diminished into the wind. However, I kept climbing and finally reached a plateau near the top. That’s when I turned around to look at the others. But to my surprise, there were no others. I was by myself on this high-most place. And boy, was the view spectacular! But then I turned my head to the left and right across my way at the same level as I, sat Barack Obama. Yes, our current President Obama. He was in a nice suit perched on a ledge, his knee propped with his arm leaning against it. Obama was looking at the vast space in front of him as if he were in a trance. It really looked like he was coming up with his next plan. What a true visionary I thought! Then moments later, my older sister appeared at the bottom of the rocky hill. She asked if I needed help. I told her I was definitely okay.

Now how can that not be full of meaning, symbolism, and any other literary device you can think of? I’m glad to have dreamt this because it reassures what I’m doing with my life and that no matter what I keep going to the top, despite the obstacles. And of course I was pleasantly surprised to see who else made it up there.