Welcome back!.....And that's all I should say about that.
But I won't. Ahhh... Dreams! I could quote all my favorites here, from hokey 70's TV show theme songs to the haunting words of Langston Hughes who questioned the perils of living with dreams deferred. Dreams. They are so many things to so many people. For the middle-class, middle-aged mostly-comfortable woman like me, they are the essence of selfishness. The epitome of ego. Secret lives we live in moments of desperate longing. Terrible, horrible, spoiled moments of daring to want more. Oh the guilt!
Therefore, I have relinquished the idea of a "dream". I think we should keep "dream" solely as a sleep event. Dreams are things that happen in our heads at night; images and vivid pictures that we have no control over. Some are wonderful. Some are horrid. They are involuntary and they happen during sleep. I do not "dream" of my life. No sir. No mam. I have changed my dream diet. Instead of feasting on the glutenous selfishness of "dreams" by day, I serve up a deluge of hope. I aspire. I expect. I aim. I design. I plan. I trust. I believe. I promise. I wish....
I wish.
