Sweet Dreams

          Dreams… something we all have experienced. They help us cope with the real world, with what we are dealing with. Usually they are full of beauty and harmony. They give us this joyful warm felling. Some are not that peaceful. Some are horrifying, terrific, so frightening they wake us from the horrible moment we are passing.

Yet we don't wake up before the horror is over. We wake up just before we die, but we suffer the deaths of people that are close or that of people that we don't know. We stay up just until the last moment, until we wake up dripping sweat in a drenching wet bed because of our heart rate that flies off the scales.

            In the Road all his dreams are to the contrary of what I just stated in the previous statement. The father (who is still remains nameless) and the boy don't suffer beside what they see in real life. Their dreams are full of the beauty of what they once lived. An example is, “The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house in the early morning in a thin rose gown that clung to her breasts”.