Small Dream Saturdays

Hey Strangers.

My best friend’s brother dreams in black and white. When she first told me that, I thought she was lying. She’s in nursing school right now and studied it, and informed me that not only are there people who dream in monochrome, but also those who dream only in sound, and those who dream only in written word. Apparently, some people dream so infrequently, or their dreams get so lost in their subconscious, that they say it’s like they don’t dream at all. 

What I’m going to talk about is a different kind of dream; a waking dream. Our goals, hopes, and aspirations. I have friends who are afraid to have those kinds of dreams. I think it’s because some people are more realistic than I am, and they know how difficult dreams actually are to achieve. I think they figure that there isn’t any reason to hurt yourself more when you find out your wings don’t work. It’s safer not to try. It’s easier not to dream. 

Well they’ve completely missed the point. 

Have you ever woken up from a dream and it was either so hilarious, so scary, or so bizarre that you went to work and told everyone about it? Maybe your mom, best friend, maybe your therapist.The rest of the day was colored by this dream, your coworkers were either exacerbated or thrilled, and for that one moment, your whole life seems just a little bit brighter. It happens more. It’s almost not noticeable at first, but now periodically, those coworkers will walk up to you and tell you about their weird dream. What do you think it means? Have you had any more dreams lately? You have a reputation as the slightly odd person who tells everyone what they woke up thinking about. And they can deny it, but it makes you all better people. 

That’s why we dream. 

Some dreams come true, and some of them don’t. That’s life. But we don’t dream to make dreams come true. We dream because they color our world. This is going to be a recurring idea the ‘Small Dream Saturday’ posts, and so here’s my first one:

When I get older, I’d like to build a treehouse. I’ve always wanted one. It will be roomy and easy to climb into. I’ll have a collapsible roof, and handmade faux stained-glass windows. Something I love about my life is that I’m alright to pour glue and food coloring on a plastic picture frame and call it stained glass. When the sun shines through it, its colors will still glow. If I can’t have the treehouse, God willing, I’ll get to paint the glass. (I’ve been looking at prices for old screen doors on secondhand sites, I’m so excited.)

Don’t stop dreaming, Strangers. It’s important. 

–Mabel