Essay On My Future Dreams Plans.Dreams are the by-products of our sub-conscious state of mind. Dreams are of many kinds. But the dream which I had last Sunday was the most interesting dream of mine. In dream, I was transported into a fairy land where beautiful belles were dancing and singing.I dreamt that I had gone to Paris. There I went into a night club. I saw many exciting scenes there - Twist, Ballroom and Shake were going on. As I was watching the spectacle of dance and drama, a beautiful girl gazed upon me.
I was attracted by her rosy cheeks and alluring eyes and smiles on her face. I at once recollected the famous poem of Keats known as "La Belle Dame Sans Merci". Her silent expression of love enthralled me. I was really captivated by her charms and sweetness. She was really making her silent expressions of love to me. I thought of responding to her love.
I talked to her and she passed very lovely and witty remarks upon me. Then both of us took a cup of coffee. We talked to our hearts, content. At the same time. I was recollecting the eternal lines of Shakespeare.
Now I was thinking, whether her love was true or false. But I tried to he true to her. I sincerely expressed my love to her in the most unambiguous terms. We ultimately promised to marry and live as companions.
Soon the dance, drama and music programme came to an end. With this she also went somewhere, saying that she will be coming soon.
I kept waiting for her. But she did not turn up. I was repenting over my love. I was thinking that I had been be tread in love. As I was pondering over this heart-stricken subject. my eyes opened. I realised that I was enjoying the night life of Paris in dream.
I was attracted by her rosy cheeks and alluring eyes and smiles on her face. I at once recollected the famous poem of Keats known as "La Belle Dame Sans Merci". Her silent expression of love enthralled me. I was really captivated by her charms and sweetness. She was really making her silent expressions of love to me. I thought of responding to her love.
I talked to her and she passed very lovely and witty remarks upon me. Then both of us took a cup of coffee. We talked to our hearts, content. At the same time. I was recollecting the eternal lines of Shakespeare.
Love is not love that alters
When it finds alterations.
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Now I was thinking, whether her love was true or false. But I tried to he true to her. I sincerely expressed my love to her in the most unambiguous terms. We ultimately promised to marry and live as companions.
Soon the dance, drama and music programme came to an end. With this she also went somewhere, saying that she will be coming soon.
I kept waiting for her. But she did not turn up. I was repenting over my love. I was thinking that I had been be tread in love. As I was pondering over this heart-stricken subject. my eyes opened. I realised that I was enjoying the night life of Paris in dream.
In the dream. I really came across a woman who has been described by John Keats in his profound poem "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" i.e. The Beautiful Woman without Mercy-. The dream was interesting, exciting and intoxicating.
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