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You casually mention that…

You casually mention that you are not happy. Then you count all these things why you are unhappy. You list all the things that make life so difficult for you, and tell me every little detail, describing how much worse the situation gets through these. The work is overwhelming, the boss is mean, the gas prices go up, the road was blocked. You must live in a misery. My ears are there to give you undivided attention. I am looking at you, absorbing every little word and expression you send to me. Though, I am waiting. Every single cell in my body is waiting for something. Because you never mention why life makes you happy.

Movies

Movies

My favorite movie is Avatar. It is such an amazing movie, based on the awesome pictures, especially when seen in 3D, the touching story and the theme that is transmitted with it. It also is not as short as most are and gives you time to enjoy it.

Normally I do not care much for love stories or boring movies. I either like comedy, horror, thriller, or criminal ones. It either has to happen something, or it has to be funny. For example, Titanic. This is one of my favorite movies. It has a love story included, but also tells the true story of an historical disaster, what makes it very exciting.

At home I daily watch TV. And especially at the weekends I have time to watch a whole movie. To the movie theatres I go not too often, normally, once in a month or two. This is mostly based on the fact, that either the time is missing, or I want to save my money. If I would have a car and a movie flatrate (this can be actually purchased) in Germany, I probably would go every weekend.

If I go to the movies, I normally want something to eat and drink with me. This is what I do then. However, I do not necessarily need it to enjoy the movie. If I do not have it, the movie does not get worse.

This survey pretty much told me what I already knew: I like action movies, and sometimes I use them to kill time (That does not mean that I do not enjoy them!). To my personality it said that I am 100% interested in trying new things. I guess I can take that for true J

And If my life would have been made into a movie, it probably would have been a documentary, and not a too exciting one.

Music to my ears... (Part 2)

Music

What music or songs reminds you of your childhood?

Mr. Hockensmith: Theme song for “The Lone Ranger”, Shirley Temple songs

(Of course these are very different from ours)

"The Lone Ranger" theme song

Who is your favorite singer or group or song and why?

Mr. Hockensmith: The Beatles, The Bee Gees, The Righteous Brothers, Chicago (The Band)

(I must agree, The Beatles are pretty awesome!)

The Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive

What music reminds you of someone you love? Your child? Spouse? Parents?

Mr. Hockensmith: His wife – The theme song for “Walking the Clouds”

(I think it was meant “A Walk in the Clouds”)



A Walk in the Clouds

Do you go to concerts? Which concerts are memorable to you? Why?

Mrs. Bright-Kaufman: Not as much as earlier, but has been on 100s, everybody of the 70s and 80s (it is fun!) E.g.: Queen, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin

(Wow!)

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

What radio stations do you normally listen to in your car? Do you sing along?

Mr. Hockensmith: NPR (National Republic Radio), Cardinals Baseball Games

Which music or artist was “controversial” or “offensive” to some when you were growing up? Is any music offensive to you now?

Mrs. B-K: Then: Metallica, ACDC (Devil’s music), KISS; Now: Ke$ha, Justin Bieber

(It has changed…)

AC/DC - TNT

Which music or artist do you really dislike or refuse to listen to?

Mrs. B-K: Ke$ha, Justin Bieber, and some 96.5 songs (She does not know the titles of them.)

 

Ke$ha - Tik Tok



Music to my ears...

Music and writing

2. I do not know if I have ONE favorite song. However, I really like “Piano Man” by Billy Joel. It has amazing music, and the lyrics are very thoughtful and longer and more creative than the ones of other artists. It evokes a melancholic mood while projecting a very specific image in my head. It is not connected to something specific in my life, but I love to listen to it.

Billy Joel - Piano Man

3. My taste of music changed very much during my life. Since the beginning of my life I was never greatly into music, and still at the age of 10 I hardly could name any songs, except some from my childhood or the ones me and my brother listened to located on a party CD of my parents. When I finally started, it was Oldies that interested me at most. They also had the advantage that I could understand the texts, since most songs in Germany are in English. Around 8^th grade I finally completely changed my taste for music. It went now straight to party music and modern songs. Rock songs from bands such as Green Day and Linking Park were included, too. This stayed until the last summer. Now I am more into older songs like the ones from The Beatles.

 The Beatles: Yellow Submarine

7. Without music, my life would be probably on the first view not greatly different. I am not one of the persons, who say music is their life. Though, life would lose a lot of its color, because I am listening to music almost every day, and it sometimes helps me to get in a better mood.

 

12. Music can add a mood to a movie or show, because sometimes to pre-story is given. Therefore the first tones help the viewer to evaluate and understand if what they see is something funny or serious. Another reason is the distance between a TV and the viewer. Everybody who watches something is aware of the fact that this is not real or if it is real that it is not them who are hurt in that shown part. Therefore, there is a gap between the feelings that should be created and the feelings that are created. Music can help at this point to narrow this gap.

 

Mr. Bean's Holiday, the soundtrack: Matt Willis - Crash

15. I am a really bad singer and not able to play any instrument. Therefore the dream, to become a professional singer or musician is more an illusion than something to expect. However, I could imagine it would be really fun to be one and have the ability to play and write music by your own.



Favorite Band: Billy Talent - Fallen Leaves

Childhood: A fictional story

Disorder

Fred was lying in his bed. He knew what would happen again, because it happened already several times. The first times he was scared, frightened, terrified. I mean, you would be, too! He could not believe what was happening in front of his eyes. Nobody would believe it. Not even people in a crazy home. Well, maybe they would, but not anybody, who is clear in his head. Fred noticed a slight scratching. It was about to start. First it was just this one scratching, then a crunching, and later a squeaking. These noises became more and more and little voices mixed in this rumbling. If this is not crazy enough, then wait what happened next. Everything in his little room began to move. A model car drove down under his bed, CDs rolled out of their cases, and even the light bulb decided that it did not want to be connected anymore with the lampshade. They never reacted very well with each other. That was the reason for the flickering from time to time. Fred knew it now. Why? Well, the furnishings and all the other objects did not just move. They also talked. They talked with each other, they talked with Fred, they talked with themselves. Shortly said: it was a mess. And there seemed nothing to be, that he could do against this repeating disaster. What was happening presently, was as normal for Fred now, as tieing his shoes. The dresser took a step forward, and spit out all the socks, underpants, shirts, and everything else that was located in its drawers. Meanwhile Fred knew that he did not like the bitter taste of the washing power. He actually brought his mom to buy a cleanser with lemon taste. Unfortunately she decided last week to get the old one again. “Wohoo” yelled the driver of his Formula 1 race car, while taking his round across the room. In the last moment his toy soldiers could jump out of the way. “We have a war to fight, you rowdy!”, screamed the highest commander of the Union troops, before they continued to shoot at each other. With a long “yiehaa” the cowboy from his top shelf jumped on the dinosaur, who stood on the ground and the wildest rodeo started. The cowboy could hold himself actually quite a while, but at the end the Triceratops gave him no chance and he flew back against the wall. It was exiting! Fred would have liked the whole thing. It was really fun to watch it! And with earplugs the sleep problem was solved. However, there was just one thing that gave him and his mom every morning a headache. Every morning his room looked like a bomb crater. To be specific, that wasn’t even wrong. His model airplanes threw several bombs during one night. Of course his mom did not believe him. She thought he was crazy. Every time when she came into the room when he called her to proof his stories nothing happened. Fred was not crazy. He was sure about that. As sure as that a monster lives under his bed.

Books of my Childhood

Books of my Childhood

Max and Moritz

The book Max and Moritz by Wilhelm Busch tells in little rhymes the story of two little boys who do nothing productive, but just cause trouble. They steal chicken, put bugs in beds and saw bridges so that the teacher falls into the cold river. At the end they find a bad destiny.

I really like this book and still love to read it. It is written in a beautiful German and includes also a lot of nice pictures. I also have nice memories to it.

The Dare

The novel The Dare is one of the series of Fear Street written by R.L. Stine

It tells the story about a girl who likes a boy and wants to do anything to get together with him and join his clique. First they are joking around, but soon they get the serious idea, that she should murder his teacher, because otherwise he will fail the class and high school and she becomes very doubtful if she should do it.

This was the first Fear Street book I ever read. Although it is not my favorite one, it convinced me to read for the next years every other Fears Street book I could find, after I found this one on a book mess in my elementary school.

Magic Tree House
This is a book series written by Mary Pope Osbourne. It describes stories of a magic tree house, that brings the children who use it to mysterious places. This can be a some place in another time or also a place just located very far away such as Africa.
These books are the first bigger books I started to read. I loved to read them and thought the stories were very interesting. However, soon, after 7-8 books, I was done with each of them in just one hour and it became, too expensive for me to buy these books, just to finish them in such a short time.

I really would like to do something creative such as writing stories for children, with or without pictures, probably rather without. I don't know what is meant with books, but to write stories would be really interesting.

A Castle

   

A Castle

This is a castle
located in Germany
located in the Old World
it is pretty
with a long history
There is a garden
it surrounds the old building
It is green, mysterious
though, there are no flowers
There are people
They are walking in the garden
taking pictures
knowing that it will not look like that forever
There is a sky
cloudy

This is where I am from
This is where I used to live
The Old World

It is what I knew before I came here
My little island in a big world
though, I visited others
This is me
what had influence on me
Before I came to America
The New World

The Burger

The Burger

It was a busy weekday as always. The rain dropped down the windows while I sat in this fast-food restaurant named Open Garden. And as every day I rested in the same niche. It was dinner time, but it never got really busy. This is why I liked to eat here. You had time to think about things. I looked at the staff that served the food to the guests. I did this for a while, before I turned my attention to the burger that was placed in front of me. I got the same burger every day. The people who worked here knew this and without asking they gave me the same type of burger every day. This is why I liked it to eat here. Today I did not grab immediately for the burger. Normally I just take it without thinking about it. Who thinks about much, you may ask. It is just a burger. But today was different. I just sat there and looked at it. Under my wet coat a beer belly began to grow. I’m really not fat, but I saw this burger and I wondered why it is so unhealthy. Bread, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, cheese, onions. That sounds really not bad. To be honest, it seems to be really good for my body. Then I looked at the meat and the fat that was dripping from it, and I noticed that it was just a little part of the burger that made it so unhealthy. It was this small percentage that made it to a heart bomb. So, why not just take it off then? Following this conclusion I put the meat off the burger and took a bite of it. It tasted terrible. Something was missing. So, when you can’t eat it with it and also not without it, what should I do then? My view wandered to the menu. Between all those meals I found the solution: A chicken burger. Why should I try so hardly to improve my cheese burger, when I just can order a chicken burger? Why make something wrong right, when you can do it right the first time? Then I called the next staff member and ordered a chicken burger. And since then I never ordered a cheese burger again, but always a chicken burger. And by far, this was the best one I have ever eaten.

The Burger (Poem)

It was a busy weekday as always.

The train dropped down the window

While I sat in this fast-food restaurant

Named Open Garden.

And as every day

I rested in the same niche.

It was dinner time,

But it never got really busy.

This is why I liked it to eat here.

You had time to think about things.

I looked at the staff

That served the food to the guests.

I did this for a while,

Before I turned my attention

To the burger that was placed in front of me.

I got the same burger every day.

The people who worked here knew this

And without asking

They gave me the same type of burger

Every day.

This is why I liked to eat here.

Today I did not grab

Immediately for the burger.

Normally I just take it without thinking about it.

Who thinks about it

You may ask.

It is just a burger.

But today was different.

I just sat there

And looked at it.

Under my wet coat

A bear belly began to grow.

I am really not fat,

But I saw this burger

And I wondered why it is so unhealthy?

Bread, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, cheese, onions.

That sounds really not bad.

To be honest

it seems to be really good

for my body.

 Then I looked at the meat

 and the fat that was dripping from it,

 and I noticed that it was just a little part

 of the burger that made it so unhealthy.

 It was this small percentage that made it to a heart bomb.

 So, why not just take it off then?

Following this conclusion

 I put the meat off the burger

 and took a bite of it.

 It tasted terrible.

Something was missing.

 So, when you can’t eat it with it

 and also not without it,

 what should I do then?

 My view wandered to the menu.

 Between all those meals

 I found the solution:

 A chicken burger.

 Why should I try so hardly to improve my cheese burger,

when I just can order

 a chicken burger?

 Why make something wrong right, when you can do it right the first time?

 Then I called the next staff member

 and ordered a chicken burger.

And since then I never ordered a cheese burger again,

 but always a chicken burger.

 And by far,

 this was the best one I have ever eaten.

Famous Last Line

Famous Last Line

“He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.”

This line is from the novel Frankenstein, which was published in the year 1818 by the author Mary Shelley who lived from 1797 to 1851. This author is also known for other works, including Valperga and Perkin Worbeck.

The books Frankenstein tells the story of Frankenstein who wants to create a living human but creates something what he calls a “monster”. He flees from it, because he is scared but then he notices that the “monster” killed his brother. Later they meet each other and Frankenstein gives the promise to create a wife for the creature, therefore they stay away from any humans. But he breaks his promise and the creature kills his wife. Frankenstein begins a hunt on him and later they both lose their lives.

Another summary, that is written pretty easily, can be found here.

Frankenstein got mostly very good reviews. It counts to one of the classical horror books and many authors such as Stephen King declared to be influenced by this novel. Many appreciate it for its deeper meaning and how it deals with a person who tries to be god and the creature that is hated by its outer image.

This is a review from the internet that deals with this novel.

I am really interested to read this book. I think almost everybody heard already about this book and kind of knows what it is about. However, probably not too many really understand it. I think, it seems to be very interesting, also because of the themes it deals with it. This novel is one where I would rather prefer to read it than to watch one of the movies that were made.

Famous First Line

Famous First Line

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

This line is from the novel Neuromancer, which was published in the year 1984 by the author William Gibson, who was born in 1948 and is still alive. This author is also known for other works, including Count Zero and Mona Lisa Overdrive.

In Neuromancer Case from Japan has a problem with his computer program. Through the razor girl Molly he gets in contact with Armitage a military man, who offers him to repair it in return for a hacking job. Case enters and he and Molly start a mission that brings both of them in great danger. However, at the end they get the password they need and the novel ends happily.

A more extensive summary can be found here.

Critics about Neuromancer recognize the great influence the novel has and honor it and the author for that. It was his book that made the word “cyberspace” to a term used to talk about the internet. They like the complexity, too. Other readers complain that Gibson uses to many difficult words, what makes it difficult to understand the novel.

This is a review of someone who actually read this book.

I don’t think that I ever will read this novel. The genre alone, that it is a pure Science-fiction novel makes it very uninteresting for me. But due to the reviews, even for a science-fiction novel it seems to use a very difficult language, especially for inexperienced readers. However, I think it is interesting that this book made the word “cyberspace” popular

Writers as Readers

Writers as Readers

The environments I have to have to be able to read can be very difficult. Of course the bed is one nice location, but I also really like to read on a bus or a train. Other places would be the beach, the backyard of my house, and in a classroom. However, I mostly need a quit atmosphere and not much distraction. If the TV is running or loud annoying songs are played I find it difficult to pay attention to the book; though, a little bit of background music is fine.

I like a lot of different kinds of books, but it needs a good summary or recommendation of someone to convince me to read a specific one. If I choose one by myself, I mostly choose thrillers and criminal novels. I like it if they are somehow connected to history and have a creative story included in it. Especially when a book is written out of the perspective of the bad person, mostly the killer, this is exciting, because these books are different from other ones.

Yes, there have been a lot of books that excited me to turn to the next page. Whenever there is a string of events that happen I really want to know what happens and I’m looking forward to what is happening. Examples would be books of Paul Cleave, but also the series Fear Street by Stine. However, it doesn’t always have to be super exciting. A good story is as good as a murder that has happened.

While I began to learn reading at school my mother helped me at home to read my first books. Therefore she chose short ones, in which a lot of words are replaced by little pictures and even the included bookmark string was a character of the book such as a pirate. It really helped me and gave me the fun I needed to read books, so I could read more difficult books soon.

If I would be asked who is my favorite author I would say Paul Cleave, because all of his books are amazing, though, there are not too many; he just started publishing books in 2006. However, since the question was, which book, I say it is The Cleaner written by Paul Cleave. This was his first book and it attracted me by the strange, but also funny description on the back. It was pretty much somethinge like: “Joe is a nice guy. He is a cleaner for the police station. But during the night he kills women.” After I read that I decided that I wanted to read that book and it turned out to be awesome. Paul Cleaves wrote his book out of many perspectives. Mostly it is Joe, a serial killer, who does not seem to be completely right in his head. He does not feel any guilt about his doings. Another character is Sally, his co-worker. She thinks he is a really good guy and the reader can see how she is mistaken, but comes closer and closer to find out, who Joe really is.

Memorable Passage

Memorable Passage: The Catcher in the Rye

For the English class I have at the moment we just had choose a book for a literary reading circle, wherefore I chose to read The Catcher in the Rye written by J.D. Salinger. Although it is an old book and seems to be boring to a lot of people I really enjoyed it. It tells the story about Holden Caulfield, a protagonist who gets in a lot of problems caused by his rebellious nature and takes a trip to New York, to flee from his college life. In New York he experiences an important change, when he finally realizes that he has to grow up, even if he does not want it.

“All of the kids kept trying to grab for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she’d fall off the goddam horse, but I didn’t say anything or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it’s bad if you say anything to them.”

In my opinion Salinger deals with a very interesting theme and I think nearly everybody has problems to grow up. Growing up is not easy and does not happen without difficulties. As life goes on life becomes more difficult. We have to learn how to handle this increasing volume of responsibility and that it gives us the power to change things but also makes us woundable. We can’t lie forever in our cradle and be feed by our parents. This is not how life is supposed to be. We are growing up and gain the possibility to achieve something. Standstill might be tempting, but it also gets depressing. We forget that when we were little we were achieving, too. As a 3-year old we looked up to the elementary kids, and later to the high school kids. It also was this achieving process that maybe made our childhood as awesome as it was. Therefore, we can’t go back to this time. We have to realize that our life is a running process and that this fact of a running process is not a bad thing but a great present. But just by living the now we can get a clear view at the nice aspects of it.

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou

Questions about her and her poems

1.       Angelou says that the bird sings for freedom. The bird wants to get out of its cage and experience a world he belongs to, but he never got to know. He heard about the stories, about the wonders and all the things that are outside waiting to be discovered by him. It means that nobody wants to be captured or caged, since everyone wants to have the freedom to do what is in his or her mind. It’s a characteristic for humans to reach for absolute freedom. In a for many of us ideal world there are no barriers. There is another story who describes this very well. It is the story of Adam and Eve. Adam and Eve live in the perfect paradise. However, there is one tree that has fruits, which they are not allowed to eat. It is the one rule they have, the one thing that limits their freedom, but still they can’t resist. We are no different. Why do companies give us unlimited texting? It is because it feels good to be able to text or call someone as much as you want.

3. I think she is right with her statement that talking about bad dreams gives them too much power. Sometimes it may help to talk with a trustful person such as a friend, a parent, or a psychiatrist to talk about problem what can also include bad dreams. However, never the bad dreams should win the overhand over the thoughts. It’s helpful to talk about them to find solutions or sharing the sorrow, but after that you should be done with it. One reason for that is that the human power of imaginary is stronger and worse than most things that happen. How Poe already stated, the closed door is much more terrifying that what is behind. Therefore it is important that nightmares don’t take control over our mind. We have to go on and remember the happy moments we experienced and dreamed about. People tend to criticize the status quo. Sometimes it can help to think about all the things we got from God and just to be thankful for that. Many people think they are in a bad situation, and they should try to think, how it could be worse. After that forget these bad thoughts and concentrate what is and enjoy it.

5. Angelou is not the first person I heard about that decided to or could not speak after a traumatized experience anymore. It has been always something unbelievable for me not to speak for years, months, weeks or even days. I definitely could not live this way. It’s not a secret that I’m pretty shy when I first meet people and it needs a whole bunch of time for meet, to get more open, even when it got better.  However, not too speak is something I never could imagine. I just like it to talk with my friends or my parents and tell them about things I did or saw. Of course if you do not talk you have more time to listen and concentrate carefully on what was said. Sentences that seem to mean nothing and are said quickly could mean more to you if you think about them including the danger to interpret too much in them. Probably not to speak helps to understand the people better, maybe even without be able to ask any questions but just by looking at them and observe their reactions in conversations with others.

6. Since I’m from Germany German is my native language and of course the one I’m most comfortable with. Additionally to German I can speak English. I think it improved well since I came here, and I hope that it still gets better. One target would be to be finally able to speak English perfectly and avoid grammar mistakes. In Germany I also learned Russian and Latin. I really like it to be able to speak other language but I’m not a big fan of learning vocabularies. I had Russian for 2 two years and I’m already forgetting most of it, for I never took this subject very seriously. Latin I had for 4 years. This is a language the normal person does not speak. It is very difficult to learn and even the teachers are just able to translate it. However, there are people who are able to speak Latin and it would be awesome if I could do that, too, since I think it’s one of the most beautiful languages.

7. She probably means with that that truth and fact is not always the same. E.g. when I talk to someone and tell him what I think is so to be, I’m truthful. I do not lie. But it may be that these are not the facts. When one person says to another, “You are beautiful.”, then this might be the truth regarding the person’s opinion. Nevertheless, it’s not a fact, since the definition is an opinion based on personal criteria. Believes are not always a matter of fact but of may be of truth.

A story of two dreams

Dream connection

A story of two dreams

I saw myself in the mirror and I was crying blood and I didn’t have any eyes, they were just black holes. Of course I didn’t really see myself in the mirror; it was a picture that cam in my head from an unknown source. Though, it was clear as it could be, clearer than a crystal, clearer than everything I saw before. I had no eyes, but I could see and while I cried, all my worries, problems and sadness seemed to leave me. Out of waterfalls of bloody tears every single negative feeling dropped on the carpet, where it vanished within a few seconds. The ground under it must have absorbed them. I didn’t know there they went, but I saw that it was out of the world. Now, not just my vision was cleared, but also was my mind. Calm, relaxed and with the feeling finally to be saved I stepped out of my room, for I knew I would find my way when I just would believe. There on the hallway my parents and my little sister were already waiting for me. I looked at them and without having my eyes I saw them, though I not just saw them. I looked at them, I looked through them, I looked insidem them, and so I knew they did the same with me. And I loved them. Every single one of them, for who he or she was. My love for them was never as big as at this moment. We ran together, we hugged each other, we cried together. There were these bloody tears again, but after a while there seemed to be no tear left. Our hearts were clear. Never was the heart of anyone clearer than ours. Then we stood there doing nothing. There was joy; inside of us was joy, around of us was joy. Believing that we would know where to go without any trace of fear, my family and I ran outside for more space and ran down the driveway into the street. We turned around and everywhere on the streets there were people. Some we knew, some we didn’t know. No one of them had eyes anymore; however, there was not crying. Why should we cry when we finally could see? There was nothing but happiness and we didn’t look at he world and the people, but we saw it; better than we ever did and as clear and happy as it should be.

An analysis of dreams

An analysis of dreams

Why do we dream what we dream? How much do dreams tell about us? Is a dream a mirror of our true inside? Well, these are interesting question and probably everyone asked himself at least once questions like these. However, if a dream show who I really am, you probably wouldn’t like to meet you. And I assume I wouldn’t like to meet you either, my friend! Or should I be more specific and say, my friend, the assassin, or my friend, the bank robber? Though, there must be a reason for our dreams. I heard, that scientist have the opinion that our brain processes thinks for which we haven’t had time enough for the day. Of course these “things” are as different as black and white. If I go to an antique mall and see a beautiful vase, but decide soon after to look at something my sister wanted to show me, this vase may come back in my dream. If I had a car accident that included maybe even a death, this accident may come back in several dream, until my brain is done with it. In the worst cases that could mean forever. It would take forever to explain the whole structure of our dreams, but there are still some other exciting points, that come in my head when I think about dreams. If we follow the theory that a brain processes things, it didn’t have time for, does it just processes material things or also actions, that happened in my mind? Of course, the vase would stand for a material object. If I go to a church and listen to the speech of a preacher, making thoughts by my one how to interpret it and how this affects me, this would be a non-material aspect. In my opinion we deal with both when we sleep. According to this there are two things that create a dream. The first things are objects we saw, noises we heard, food we tasted and odors we smelled. In the other part it deals with the non-material complexions. Therefore it takes our actions, and sometimes other objects have to be added to deal with our problems, our worries, our thoughts, but also our happy moments. This second part is probably the most exciting one for all of us and may show us things we weren’t aware that we have them. “Why do we not think about them while we are awake?”, may ask some of you. Well, there are some reasons. Either the time is missing, the thoughts would destroy ourselves because they are such too horrible or we are just too rational in the awakened state. This means that there are things that are so abnormal and abstract that we wouldn’t even get the idea to do this. In the Middle Ages this might have been to speak against a noble man. Today it might be running naked through the city.

So don’t be scared when you murder someone. It doesn’t instantly mean you’re a murder. This could be a point of the non-materialistic part of your dream and mean, that you want to take action, be more active, what could include just to say more. Every dream is an individualistic mixture of materialistic and non-materialistic motives. The true masterpiece is to identify what falls in which category.

I am…

I am Ole, this is my first name, despite my second, rather a shame

I am 17 years old, and born in Hamburg, the city like gold, with all of its fame.

I am brother to Malte, he is a nice kid, he eats not healthy, but still stays very fit

I am to a sister her brother, she just turned two, made by my father, very late I admit.

I am a son to my mommy, who carried me in her tummy

I am not a host, we live in a house, I like her at most, and still she is funny.

I am friends to some bodies, honest they should be, and if they are not, there is not much to see

I am with them to play sports together, to actively have fun, to talk during the worst weather, from the worries to flee.

I am interested in a lot, like my vacations it might be cold or be hot

I am willing to study, at best with my head, I may care if it’s muddy, just outdoor I’m not.

I am not perfect, and know about that, but improvement had happened, and may I be less mad

I am a lover, to pets I mean, what it most cover, of course it’s a cat.

I am a listener to music that very much varies, from Rock, Old, and Country it everything carries

I am an eater, Andy’s be the best, Jack in the Box closely neater, and also Ben and Jerry’s.

I am a visionary, I have a dream, that all of the people, become a nice team

I am a believer, Jesus is meant, for he an achiever, he is my gleam.