My dearest dreams, you are my everything, my hope and my fear. I feel you, even though you do not exist. I do not know you, and yet I think about you everyday. I look at you but can’t see you. And yet I know you are staring back at me with a cunning and wise smile. Yes, I understood: I can not pressure you. I am not your owner and you will present yourself – whenever you are ready. [♪whenever you’re ready♪]
Dreams [ugh] Cheesy, I know. But just like pizza [mhh] we all enjoy getting our fingers stuck in the gooey dream-fondue pot – jolly we lick our fingers digesting a good portion in a comatose state. [yum yum]
I have been daydreaming about life dreams. And it’s a quite high level of dreaming you do here – I feel a bit dizzy – because for a tiny moment its seems that you can go anywhere from here.
I have to admit: standing at this crossroad is quite alright. The sun is sunning, birds are birding and I am I-ing and there is a bench to rest from all the standing and squinting at the junction [btw the bench is called Netflix and Social Media] – despite it all being a rather sweet spot, I am getting anxious to move on. Yet I do not know where to. Maybe it’s not quite the time yet to know where to. But truth is, there is a turmoil located in my brain, and it’s called “Turning 30”. I swore I wouldn’t fall for this cosmic joke but maybe I am not the calm goddess I believed to be. I am just a normal human, freaking out about a number! [self disappointed eye roll] Anyway, even if the number is – should be – irrelevant. The turmoil exists.
Please enjoy this following picture I took at a crossing in Saint Louis, France.
It’s funny, how dreaming is the one subject in life, we get worse at the older we get. We are naturally born dreamers and have ourselves so successfully created structures to prevent us from keeping this life giving force as part of our identities and daily routines. [chuckles & head shakes] Mh, funny, funny things we do.
Talking about funny things. I night dreamt about my brother giving me an LSD pill. – Now, how my brain fabricated this? I don’t know. I don’t take any hallucinogenics and neither does my brother. Funny things… [chuckles & head shakes] – Anyhow, in the dream I forgot I had taken it and didn’t understand what was going on, it was all quite “normal dreams scenes” but I couldn’t make sense out of it. Then I remembered the pill and all of a sudden I relaxed and enjoyed the irrational, the surrealistic world.
Dreams, visions, goals, are like a LSD pill. You ought to take it to relax every now and then – but you must be aware of your taking it. Just as any medication, using it with purposefulness can lead to fruitful results.
It is an ingredient for the cure for mortality. But only if you manage to bring down those inflated balloons of dreams, flatten them out and share them as a comfy blanket with your friends and have a picnic on it. The picnic will have an effect on the others and will be remembered. Now, I won’t promise there will be a statue of you on a horse, but you will be remembered by your friends when they go to the loo and poop out the digested food from your picnic. Btw, a “life” hack for immortality: Make the food extra spicy! So yeah, we should all get high on thoughts and invite each other on picnics and live forever (young) ! [♪I wanna live forever young ♪]
Unlike an LSD pill however dreams do not exist. They don’t exist on the physical plane. I mean, they are not palpable. And here is where the concept of believing chimes into the equation. [chimes and fairy dust] Just as anything we cannot see, prove or explain, visibly, scientifically or logically, it only exists through its believers. We see the effects and results after having believed and therein prove their existence. But until then, it’s all in our brains, swirling around like an ice cube in a whiskey glass – but not a real ice cube just an imaginary one!
DREAMING IS HARD. You guys, I tell you, dreaming is really hard. [Guys, this news is all really sad] But its enjoyable.
Let’s look at it this way: Dreaming is like believing in ghosts. Nobody else sees them, only you, and while they think you are crazy, you will be chilling on a blanket with all your friends, y’all be tripping, and enjoying the old age with a whiskey that is even older than you. That sounds much better right?
So, I hope we can all be mad (wo)men and believe in things that don’t exist [chorus sings: yet]. With this thought I leave you in the embracing words of my friend Silvia (Plath). Dream safely my friend!