I like to dream. In fact, some of the time, I prefer my dream life to my real life. It’s not that my waking moments aren’t good, but as a creature of creativity, the only time my mind is solely focused on what I can do–and not what I can’t–is when I am fast asleep, hunkered beneath my fluffy blanket, in the la la land of cosmic cluelessness.
Nightmares? Of course they’re not the best of times, in my humble opinion, but I do believe that nightmares have a place in our lives, too. Just as dreams remind us of our souls’ innate sense of wonder, our nightmares remind us of our greatest fears and trepidation.
Yet we’re not going to focus on nightmares. We’ve got enough of those in our waking lives.
Let’s dream a little. Let’s think to ourselves that, despite our reality rooting itself in the grounded and gritty realism of Planet Earth, we can control who we are and what happens to us. We can think to ourselves, despite our tendency to grow pessimistic and nihilistic, that anything is possible, that our dreams can come true like a Disney fairytale, that our lives mean something in the sheer landscape of the universe.
If it’s unreachable, then you aren’t dreaming high enough.
Today, we’re going to say to ourselves that the possible outweighs the impossible, that we can do anything we set our minds to, even if it only exists in our heads. I would like to examine some of my biggest dreams and connect them to the grander scope of the Great What-If.
Dancing with the love of my life.
Okay, so this is going to be the most awkward thing to write on this post. Dancing with the love of my life? To some this may seem romantic and lovable, and to others (like me) it may seem cheesy and ridiculous. Well, to a person who has never been in love, it is a dream that will hopefully come true. However, in all seriousness, with my friends gathering diamond rings like cotton candy at the summer fair, it does leave a seed of sourness in my throat. Will I ever be with the “love of my life?”
I dream of him. Cheesy, but I do, and I dream that, despite my clumsy nature, that I’ll dance with him at our Vegas nuptials. (In all honesty, I don’t dream of a Vegas wedding, although kudos to those who do.)
And to the romantics of the world, your vision of love is the sweetest thing.
Reading every book that has ever been written.
The realist in me is laughing at this dream, but the thrill-seeker in me is energized by the idea. How can reading be a thrill-seeking activity? In each and every book, a story is presented with characters who have a unique perspective that no one else can have. As we all know, some books are terrible; some are life-changing.
And I understand that probably most people don’t enjoy reading. That’s totally fine. To me, though, reading offers another outlet of dreams. It’s a time-consumer, for sure, but you gotta waste time somehow, I suppose.
I am a total junkie (not on drugs). I appreciate all the bad foods. When I’m hungry, I grab the bag of chips or the tub of ice cream. One day, I hope that I will eat a bit healthier, maybe by substituting quinoa (what even is quinoa?) for my mint chocolate chip ice cream…
But this may be more of a nightmare. 😉
Adventuring all seven continents.
I have got the travel bug, and I’ve got it bad. I want to see everywhere, with my own eyes, not through the lens of a camera or the good old trick of sleepy dreaming. This may be a selfish dream, because traveling is expensive and leaves a carbon footprint in its wake. But, hey, why not?
When I left my home state of Tennessee for a year, I came back and fell in love with it for the first time. I think exploring your own habitat is necessary, because there is so much that is missed when you’re familiar with the area.
Yet I still want to step my foot on all these earthy continents. North America, South America, Australia, Antarctica, Europe, Asia, Africa… I’m coming for you!
Making it big.
Okay, who doesn’t dream of this? Of suddenly becoming the world’s biggest, most respected actor, athlete, politician, or, for me, writer? When people jokingly ask me what I’m going to do with a creative writing degree, I always think to myself, One day I’ll prove to you that I’m going to be rich and famous and have a big ranch with twelve thoroughbreds and four smiling kids and gold bars falling from the sky. And then I think to myself, Maybe it doesn’t matter if I make it big. Maybe it only matters that I find happiness, that I remember who I am, that I never let anyone change my heart.
But, in all honesty, I still dream of making it big, of one day seeing my name in glossy, emblazoned letters on the cover of a bestselling book. Sue me for my dream. (Except that you can’t!)
Sending my love to everyone I meet.
Oh, here she goes with the well wishes. This can’t be real! It’s just another person wishing to send people hugs and smiles.
Yup. I really do. 😉
Follow your dreams. They know the way.
So, I listed a few of my big goal dreams. You should make your list too. It’s necessary to see what your mind is thinking even when you aren’t. (There I go, trying to be philosophical.) But, really, why not? What do we have to lose? Maybe the neon What-If is our souls’ way of telling us to think harder and dream bigger?
DREAM BIG! OR DREAM NOTHING AT ALL!
Maybe my next post will take a stab at being realistic, but for now, we’re going to be dreamy.
Until next time,