Currently working on: Word wrestling
Mood: WWF Smackdown
I love when cheesy rock anthems — the kind that demand a lighter held high overhead — seem to speak directly to me. One that came at a particularly needful time of my life was Creed’s 1999 angsty tune “Higher.” The part I liked to sing along with — very angstily and with marginal tunefulness — went a little something like this:
When dreaming I’m guided through another world
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep
…’Cause there’s a hunger, a longing to escape
From the life I live when I’m awake
…But, my friend, I’d sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same…
I thought I’d sacrifice anything to make my dream come true. My dream, essentially forever, was to be a published author. I’d been writing for a long time, and I felt like I was stuck in one of those running dreams, going nowhere. I admit, my authoring dream may have been slightly misinformed early on by a particular heroine of mine:
As a kid, I’d read an article about Dame Barbara Cartland that talked about how she wrote a $#!+load of books while reclining on a pink divan, reciting the stories in her head to a secretary, whilst caressing her dogs. For some reason, in my memory, the article said the dogs were pink too, although this picture I found doesn’t corroborate.
Regardless, based on that article, my dream went a little something like this:
Have a dog
Write all day long…
So, turns out, the third one is doable and the last part is a must. Here are a few lessons I learned in between dreaming of being a published author and waking up as one:
1. Dreams take work.
And not the kind of work I normally do in dreams. In a high percentage of my night-time dreams, I’m some sort of super-spy skulking around. Which is cool. Unlike my second most common dream occupation which is hiding from monsters. Actually, now that I think about it, my night-time dreams are sort of decent practice for my day dreams. But really, the work of dreams requires more sweat and less flying than the dream of dreams.
2. Dreams can be as surreal in real life as they are in dreams.
The funny thing about dreams is — Creed’s wishes aside — they don’t always look the same in real life. The Earth and my dreams will never be the same — for which my black labrador is very grateful, since making her Cartland pink would actually be a nightmare.
3. Dreams need more dreams.
At my writers’ group holiday party this weekend, one of the other writers, who I hadn’t seen in awhile, said to me, “You did it!” As if “it” was ever done. The dream doesn’t end when you wake up. The dream-come-true is very much like the endless rooms dream, where every door leads someplace new.
Speaking of doors, sometimes The Doors got a little trippy, but I always liked this line from “Awake”:
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day…
If you were going to choose the next step toward making your dream a reality, where would the path take you?