Dreaming In The 1960s

In 1962, Dr. Martin Luther King said his most famous sentence: "I am dreaming." He is not the only person to have this feeling. For many people, the 1960s was the ten years when their dreams to America were realized. For Martin Luther King, this is a true American dream; for John F. Kennedy this is a dream of a young and healthy country that allows a person to land on the moon; for the hippie movement this is a kind Love, peace and freedom. The 1960s was a 10-year turmoil in social and political turmoil.

The dreams of our children, 1960 and 1970, or 1980 are for successful students, famous universities, and for good work. Our children's dreams are a beautiful family, a happy family, and a stable career. All of these are good tickets, excellent grades and tickets to a famous university. We encourage our children to dream and contribute, encourage them to contribute, and encourage them to do important work, we will open the door to them, which will lead to unimaginable places. When we turn school into a finished school rather than just a factory, we allow the new generation to achieve what is not prepared for us.

When I was a graduate student, a calm dream was a concept that everyone knew, but there was hardly anything. X generation missed arguments about calm dreams of the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. After that, the controversies had gone away, calm dreams became a strange theme for some liberal intellectuals who had never heard of anyone. The film "Inception" by Christopher Nolan is probably a misleading thing, bringing this concept back to the center of the masses of the masses. Lucid dream is an extraordinary ability to play in the unused part of your brain. Whether you are a real life superman, the lucid dream is the way to make the most of your brain while you sleep. You can become Jane Do, waking up during a superhero while sleeping. When traveling in the sun or the earth, or when you try your most wild scientific experiment with the worst enemies, you can put aside all the obstacles of reality aside.

Last weekend afternoon, when you instantly dreamed of the world of clarity, I fell into a kind of immediate deep sleep. I have been doing this many times, so I went to sleep in the Bronx in New York in the late 1960 's. As usual, I walked on the gray white sidewalk on the wall of a brown brick building alone, and the flame bone was visible outside the ribs. I am on the subway as if I know the place I am going, but I am not doing it. Sweets shop, pizza store, deli. The Jewish bakery uses salt bars. I remember the logo of a small frame at Volare Pizza Shop on Westchester Street; "I believe it in God", "The other will pay cash." Bread shop, then wait in line with the children; adults are pushed in front of glass cabinets full of cheesecake, buns, and ruggerach. They always give us our own cookies