FNL-- Dream On

Maybe that's how the stringent, poker-faced, somber-minded types 

view us dreamers.

Idiots.

Silly.

Out of touch with reality.

"Uh, excuse me...I'm afraid I have to leave.

You're boring me to tears."

Where would we be without our dreams?

How boring life would be.

What's wrong with a little make-believe

even when we're all grown up?

So I have this dream that I spend a few weeks every year in Venice;

on business...

What business?

I don't know.  It's a dream.  

Dreams have lots of fill-in-the blanks, right?

and in the next dream I dream that ...

I'm a rock star

or a sultry jazz singer on a long-term stand in Vegas...

I'm a famous painter

or photographer;

or

that I co-own a gym in the middle of a busy metropolis

where I live in a high-rise apartment overlooking the city.

Sometimes I dream that you are there too.

You were in my dream last night…again.

“In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different.

Reality bites. Reality, reality.”

-      Haruki Murakami


Dream until your dreams come true.