……because I love reading and have more books on my To Be Read shelf than I’ll ever be able to finish. I dream mostly about books I’ve already read, but on some occasions, I’ll dream of titles I’d seen, but never really intrigued me enough to actually pick up. When those books show up in my dream, I go out and get them – either from the library or the bookstore.
Case in point – years ago, I dreamt that I was driving along a highway that merged into another highway. Underneath the overpass was a dry-docked tall ship – it was in perfect condition, but abandoned. Somehow, I was able to park my car and climb inside the ship, which I took my own sweet time exploring (because, really, who wouldn’t?). In the captain’s cabin, I found two books – Outlander and Voyager. I recognized them immediately, since a friend worked in a bookstore and I’d seen them on the shelves.
I immediately picked up those two titles (first and third, respectively), as well as the other two titles that were available at the time. I read them in about a month (yes, I know they’re bricks, but I read IT by Stephen King in three days, so…….) and was wiped out with the breadth and depth of the characters. Although there have since been several more titles (and a TV series) released, I stopped at book four.
I guess I got what I needed out of them, although to this day, I’m still not sure what it was I’d been looking for in those books.
Most recently, I’d dreamt about Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz. I’d read a number of Koontz’s books over the years, but I’ve always preferred Stephen King. No disrespect intended – I just don’t mesh with Koontz’s style in the way I do with King’s. That said, my subconscious chose that title to communicate with me about something in my waking life.
How I came upon the book in my dream was interesting – I was as I am in the Here and Now, in an antique store. A friend whom I grew up with was also in the dream, only he resembled his high school age self, with some of his intellectual and emotional growth as an adult. The shop did not carry books, not even used ones, but on one shelf was a row of books, all brand new and I pulled out Odd Thomas. I remember thinking I could get it used at my local used book store, but it seemed imperative that I get the book immediately.
So I did.
And, in case you were wondering, I did indeed pick up the book a few days later.
Used. From my local used book store.
And I’m pretty sure I know what my subconscious mind was telling me.
We go through life making choices that present us with one or all three. It’s up to us to decide whether or not the outcome is worth it.
There’s a lot of fear that goes into making that choice and that’s okay. Fear of the unknown is what helps us be alert to red flags or, in extreme situations, keep us from harm. And fear is a good survival instinct. It lets us know that maybe there’s a situation out there that’s too much or too dangerous for us to handle.
But you can’t let fear be the ruling factor in your life. Stopping before you even start or because of thoughts of failing is fear. You can’t let the possible negative outcomes determine your choices.
If you have a dream to write a novel, go write it. Don’t let your real-life responsibilities slide, but do make the time to write every day, even if it’s 20 minutes. Set a time and just do it. Same thing goes for any other creative form. Or if you want to add to your skill set in your field, if it’s medicine or law or cooking. Add to those skills. Make the time.
You have a dream. Accept that there’s fear in making that first step and push through it. There will be failures and false starts and rejection and obstacles. Stick with it. The only thing you have to fear is fear itself.
……..about twenty minutes away from midnight, this time. I just got home from an event, but I’d been working on a couple of posts about history all day. It’s working out that it’s going to be more than just one post, which is fine, because there’s a lot to ruminate over. I’m thinking there’ll be two posts, at least, but who knows?
It could be more. I am quite loquacious, when the occasion calls for it.
Ah, it’s moved up to fifteen minutes before midnight.
What thoughts do I have, this late?
I went to bed early last night, around 9 or 9:30. I woke up at one in the morning, didn’t get back to sleep until four. I had the weirdest dream about being in a play with a celebrity and having a phone conversation with him about statements two people claimed I made (one named Sarah, the other’s name escapes me at the moment).
I kept having to move around to a different spot, because there was so much external noise from the streets and businesses around me. (It is fortunate that, even in my dream, I had a cell phone.) I put him right, that what was said to him by those two people was not from me. He accepted my words with gracious humility and apologized.
Then I had to go round up loose horses. None of the equines resembled mine, but the location the dream horses had escaped from was the same spot where I keep my real horses. And later, I went to a local tavern, located in the middle of a national forest. The word ‘tavern’ was in the establishment’s name and a friend owned and worked there.
There were some other random bits (running into an old college class mate, an auditorium and popcorn, of all things) before I finally woke up at 7:30. That’s a lot of dreaming in three and a half hours.
(Five minutes before midnight.)
I’m not sure what any of that means – I had a friend named Sarah once, but we lost touch many years ago. Not even sure about the meaning of the phone call – I don’t know the celebrity in question, nor would he have any reason to call me.
The horses are probably the simplest part of my dream to interpret.
They’re hard to wrangle and they want their treats. Also, they love to be dramatic about their breakfast.
……that many of my heroes, male and female, as varied and different and wonderful as they all are, had one thing in common – they had no fucks to give.
This is a huge and empowering attitude. It’s also incredibly freeing.
The opinions of others are like hooks in the mind, designed to keep you in your place, either real or imagined. I’m very familiar with those hooks – the ones that say you aren’t good enough, not talented enough, not worthy. Being trapped by those feelings is painful, but the thought of being free of those feelings is terrifying.
Because what replaces that?
Whatever you choose to put there.
This is not to suggest that you ignore your responsibilities (rent, bills, groceries, car) or any other obligations. We will always have those – they are a part of life and there is no getting around that. But it doesn’t mean you should ignore the hopes and dreams and aspirations you have for yourself. It doesn’t mean that you need to put them aside, neglect them, forget about them.
And for me, that was renewing my interests in drawing, painting and theater. It was choosing to take up the violin, something that’s been on my mind since I was twelve. It was signing up for tap dance lessons, even though the last dance class I’d had was ballet at six. I’m good at the first three, I’ve been practicing those pretty much my whole.
Violin and tap dance are things I suck at, mostly because I’ve never done it before. I’m terrified of sucking at it, I mean, really, who enjoys looking like an ass when trying something new? But the absolute joy in my heart when I strike a perfect solid note on my violin or the endorphin rush after an hour of tap dance are things I want to float on forever.
Well, okay, some of it was accomplished on Friday, but getting it done before January 1st was a huge goal and I met that with a little timing, a little planning and a trip to the next city over from where I live. Now I don’t have to worry about it and that’s how I like it.
My other accomplishments are on the mundane side and could easily be classified as daily tasks, but I always feel better getting them done anyway. In other words, the horses have been fed, the cat has been adored and laundry is being…..laundered.
The rest of my goals for today include working on my lines for a one act play that I’m in, taking a nap, working on my novel, both editorially and narratively, and my two act Ancient Greek Comedy.
These are, I feel, reasonable goals to meet.
I have some thoughts on resolutions and goals and why keeping them can be such a pain in the ass, but that’s for another post.
In the meantime, I hope you all have a wonderful New Year, that peace and love find you and that you take as many steps as possible to achieve your dreams, whether it’s to travel to another country or learn a language or earn a degree in a subject that inspires you.
……….or a goal and they come back with “Let’s be realistic”, don’t listen to them.
Whether or not you actually achieve that said dream or goal is irrelevant – that you have a dream or goal is the point.
By sharing the dream or goal, you’re showing them that you have a vision of your future that isn’t stuck in the same place as this present moment, that you aspire to greater.
The doubters know this and feel intimidated by it, hence all the dismissive down-talk.
So when someone actually does tell you to be realistic, reply with joyous determination,