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Another surreal but going-to-make-it-happen post by Leonie Dawson: The Place Where Dreams Come True. ... I just read this, and you know my recent dreams post? Where I've forgotten all mine, or they've changed and run away? I think that because I, as a living soul, have grown and shifted and changed so much lately, that naturally my dreams will, too. It doesn't mean my old dreams were wrong for me ... they were perfect for who I was at the time. But I am not her anymore. I get to dream new dreams, bigger dreams! And I get the joy of discovering them.
Here is what I think. Aren't dreams always aimed at some vague moment in the future? For when we lose (5) (25) (50) pounds. Or quit our job. Or when we finally move out of this noisy apartment or get out of debt ~ then we can make our dreams come true.
If I am determined to keep dreaming, have I locked myself into a perpetual state of someday? What about actualizing those dreams? What if I were to stop dreaming? Would I bolt awake, sitting upright in my bed and shaking? Would my feet hit the floor and adrenaline flood every cell in my body? What is happening right this second? What choices can I make, this very day, to splash my life with the colors I choose?
Maybe, for me, dreams have been a crutch. Helpful, yes, like a gentle soul guide to carry me along and cradle me as I slumber. But the point is to wake up and find myself alive.
And to go ahead. Be alive.
Maybe alive is too vibrant and scary. Maybe the illusion of dreams keeps me drifting along. Maybe I couldn't face real before, but maybe I can now and that's why my dreams have gone away. Maybe I don't need them anymore, because I'm awake.
So it's not about my dreams.
It's about what I want.
What do I want?
I suspect there's a secret life to that, too.