My twin sister and I started a ritual when we were very young of waking up in the morning and asking each other, “What did you dream?” Sometimes, the dreams were scary! Other times, they were goofy and silly. We would laugh and ask questions like, “Then what did you do? Were you scared? Where was I?” It was a normal part of our childhood.
Now that I’m 48, I’ve discovered that my childhood wasn’t at all normal. Don’t get me wrong; it was good, in fact, great BUT it wasn’t typical of most childhoods.
I had my twin sister to share my thoughts, fears, wishes and dreams with. With her, I could be quiet and shy or obnoxious and loud. I could ask
stupid curious questions or share my new found discoveries.
I see how much my dreams have changed over the years. I still sometimes dream that I’ve lost my car in the parking lot and can’t seem to locate it but I also dream dreams that realistically, I want more than anything for them to happen.
One of those dreams is to write full-time, using my passion for words to inspire others. Another is to have an epic garden – both flowers and veggies where I can spend time nurturing and enjoying the harvest. I also crave a special place of my own to create – to paint, draw, think and write or stare at the ceiling if I want. Lastly, J and I both discovered the joy of a B and B on our honeymoon. It may take years but I dream of a place for others to come to relax, retreat and rejuvenate….a home away from home.
Dreaming isn’t scary…it’s exciting! It pushes beyond the limits of your imagination and propels you into an area that maybe you never thought possible.
What did you dream?