I close my eyes and I can seeThe world that's waiting up for meThat I call my ownThrough the dark, through the doorThrough where no one's been beforeBut it feels like homeThey can say, they can say it all sounds crazyThey can say, they can say I've lost my mindI don't care, I don't care, so call me crazyWe can live in a world that we design'Cause every night I lie in bedThe brightest colours fill my headA million dreams are keeping me awakeI think of what the world could beA vision of the one I seeA million dreams is all it's gonna takeOh a million dreams for the world we're gonna makeThere's a house we can buildEvery room inside is filledWith things from far awayThe special things I compileEach one there to make you smileOn a rainy dayThey can say, they can say it all sounds crazyThey can say, they can say we've lost our mindsI don't care, I don't care if they call us crazyRunaway to a world that we designEvery night I lie in bedThe brightest colours fill my headA million dreams are keeping me awakeI think of what the world could beA vision of the one I seeA million dreams is all it's gonna takeOh a million dreams for the world we're gonna makeHowever big, however smallLet me be part of it allShare your dreams with meYou may be right, you may be wrongBut say that you'll bring me alongTo the world you seeTo the world I close my eyes to seeI close my eyes to seeEvery night I lie in bedThe brightest colours fill my headA million dreams are keeping me awakeA million dreams, a million dreamsI think of what the world could beA vision of the one I seeA million dreams is all it's gonna takeA million dreams for the world we're gonna makeFor the world we're gonna make

Dreams are beautiful. They go beyond your imagination and create a world so special that you start living in it. I was a dreamer once, so am I today. I still have the same dream that I once did as a young boy. The problem is that I grew but my dream did not. I always wanted to be an artist. I love colors, shades, the lines, and the smooth texture of canvas which gave life to what seemed to be a lifeless picture.     It all began in a boring math class. I never liked numbers as they never made any sense to me. For me, they never spoke a word. I started making ducks out of 5s and watermelons out of 0s before the math teacher caught me! The first time Mr. Potter warned me. But I could hardly sit through his classes. He caught me drawing once again in his class and that was it. My parents were called. Those days, they believed that painters and artists were drop outs who could not find any job. This was not the end. They told my parents that I would fail miserably if I were to take up arts. This upset them more than me. My father was a reputed professional and he expected me to become like him one day. He never understood why I could see ducks where others saw 5. I tried explaining it to him, but I guess he did not understand it.     “Those lines and shades you talk about do not exist,” he said. I did not understand where these numbers existed. He wanted me to graduate and take up a good job while I wanted to live my dreams. The fight went on. On a few occasions, my precious easel would be broken and thrown away. I had such a difficult time getting them. He was not like this earlier. He always used to get my favorite sketch books when I was young. I guess after that meeting with Mr. Potter, he changed into a different man.     “A few dream to fly, a few to protect the country and a few others to work in a decent job. What if I dream of colors and brushes?” I asked my father when I had the courage to do so. “Fly, if you want to, you will reach the sky. Protect the country, if you want to, you will make me proud. But you cannot take up what the drop outs choose to do. You cannot paint. You cannot make a living out of it,” stood out his words.     I wanted to get into the prestigious Sir Francoire Arts College and learn art, the way experts did. But there seemed to be no way to it. I later studied numbers and took up a job. I still live with the same dream -- To be an artist, to live, and dream like one!4Select the correct answer from the drop-down menu.Read the passage. Then choose the correct way to complete the sentence.The conflict between the narrator and his father creates tension about why the narrator did not .

explored ways to express in art the world of dreams and the unconscious. Group of answer choicesImpressionsimFauvismSurrealismFuturism

There is a tree I loveAnd she loves meSentient beings call her home,She is their worldTheir womb of GodKnowing only here.She sings out the perfectionThe rightness, the holy stillness of all life.She says don't be afraid.It is all unfolding as it shouldBut I am scared.She reminds me:You don't begin or end.You are, you were and you will beStardust sparkles in your eyes.The planets occupy your bonesOnce upon a timeYou were split about the universeI am the breeze that sings its way into me,I am the sunshine smiling on me,I am the rain that quenches me,I am the food that enters my roots,No boundary between life and life.Expand outside of me,Swirl around me,Dance across the field to you.Through the fence and kiss you.You breathe in a little of me,I breathe in a little of you.And when you leave this place,I will not mourn your return homefrom where you came.I will continue to reach upwards, outwardsIn celebration foreverOf the beautiful miracle of you,Of me, of all life.

How do Dreaming stories explain the creation of the world and its features?

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti (excerpt)O long-silent Sybil,you of the winged dreams, Speak out from your temple of light as the serious constellations with Greek names still stare down on us as a lighthouse moves its megaphone over the sea Speak out and shine upon us the sea-light of Greece the diamond light of GreeceFar-seeing Sybil, forever hidden, Come out of your cave at last And speak to us in the poet's voice the voice of the fourth person singular the voice of the inscrutable futurethe voice of the people mixedwith a wild soft laughter—And give us new dreams to dream, Give us new myths to live by!13Select the correct answer.Based on the excerpt from Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poem "To the Oracle at Delphi," what does the Oracle symbolize? A. mythology B. superstition C. equality D. dreams E. poetry