Small Dream Saturday

Small Dream Saturday: entry 13

Good morning, Strangers.

Velma Dinkley: Chocolate Ice Cream at Night

When I was a child, I watched Scooby Doo obsessively. Didn’t matter the series or story, show or movie, it was guaranteed the tv was mine from 7:00 to 7:30 every single night. It was family ordained. I’d stand there eating a hotdog at the border between the kitchen and living room.

Scooby Doo was the seed that grew the desires to have a van and go on road-trips. It led me to consider becoming a private detective, and inspired my addiction to mysteries and fantasy alike. It was the first thing that made me feel clever and sparked an interest in cryptozoology.

I have three small dreams for this morning. They get smaller as they go along.

1. I would like to write a Scooby Doo television series. Scooby Doo is a franchise that acts like a comic book world. There are alternate universes with different sets of lore, different kinds of stories, different art styles, tones, and even character development. I think it’s likely that in twenty years, we’ll still be making Scooby Doo shows. And I’d like to write one.

2. A smaller dream, but still large, is that I would like to have insulated sheds on my very wild, natural property. These sheds would hold animation/digital art tech, so that I could make short videos, but also much longer and more detailed comic books and graphic novels that I would then self-publish. (Or maybe publish traditionally! Who knows?) They would be cool and dark, and they’d be an escape from their more primitive surroundings.

3. This is the littlest dream, and it’s the one that will prepare me for dreams 1 and 2. I’m going to write as much fan fiction as possible. I should have started when I was twelve like all the other writers, but I just wasn’t ready. So now, I’m going to be indulgent. I’m going to learn by doing, and even if it’s all hot garbage, I am going to have fun and grow as a person as I write incomprehensible cross overs, multiple-plot line series’s, and just fun, ridiculous one off stories. It’s going to be magnificent, and I know that because I’ve already started. My motto is quantity over quality. For that is the way to improve.

That’s all for now! Happy Saturday, my dears, and happy writing! All love,

—Mabel

Small Dream Saturday

Small Dream Saturdays: Entry 2

Hello Strangers,

This week I was reminded of an old dream of mine, one that’s seemed dead lately; not something impossible, but I’ve questioned it, its purpose. I want an RV. 

In the RV, I’d drive across the country, visiting our national parks, keeping a journal, blogging. When I was seventeen, I brought home a book about the history of space travel from NASA. I brought home books on underground cities, radium girls, weather patterns… And I dreamt of going out to find things out…I’m not even sure what. 

The “not being sure of what” is what bothers me, but those adventures aren’t the only reason I wanted the RV. In fact, the RV isn’t the dream (at least not a small one).

The Small Dream is the cupboards inside the RV.

I want to have a cabinet filled with every instant drink I can think of; coffee, cocoa, apple cider, teas, and syrups. I want another cabinet filled with instant bread mixes, ones that will keep for a while. Some pasta, some jarred sauce, some soup bases, some rice. Options. I want a collection of bowls, plates, and mugs. If I have guests, that’s where they’ll stay. If my friends come over and everything is wrong, I’ll have a hot drink and biscuits waiting for them. If I’m not there and there’s no fresh veggies, milk, and eggs in the fridge, people will still be able to eat. I’d have a cabinet filled with blankets and sweaters. There would be a shelf with a few books, a couple of notepads, some board games, some pens. 

Then when I continue to examine it, I find that the cupboards aren’t the real dream either. The real dream is my insatiable desire to meet beautiful, bizarre, flawed, exhausted strangers, and have something to offer them. Why else would someone’s RV dream include buying land, and parking it? Mine does, and it almost always has. A garden, a path, a fence, and full cupboards. 

This is why dreaming is important. Inspect your dreams, and you’ll find what it is you really, really want. If I can manage to dream again—because things have seemed really bleak lately—life will get exciting again.

Ask yourself, what do you dream about?

–Mabel