Day Dreamin'

Have you seen Ramona and Beezus?  Ramona is exactly the sort of day dreamer I used to be. When I was younger my day dreams would last throughout the day pausing for breaks only when I was forced back to reality. They were outrageous, vividly real, sometimes romantic and always ended perfect.  I was able to function during my daydreams.  I remember in 3^rd grade having a wildly ridiculous daydream while doing my work one day.  The work was terribly boring and while writing whatever it was I was writing, I was daydreaming about a certain boy that I had a crush on; he swung through the classroom on a Tarzan rope, picking me up as he swung and when we landed we were on the island from Swiss Family Robinson.  We spent the rest of the day riding Zebras and swimming in the wonderful pool of water from the movie. Now that is a cool daydream. 

As I got older my day dreams continued, but they are not as exciting or as real as they were when I was young.  Day dreams are something I have pondered about quite a lot recently.  I can’t decide if the daydreams have affected my sense of happiness one way or the other. Did the daydreams from my past give me an altered sense of what life should be like as an adult, or is it that the inability to daydream like I once did,  makes me less happy? Or does my day dreaming have anything to do with anything? 

The last vivid daydream I can remember having was when I was sitting in the car at a stop light and a man walked by without me realizing he was coming up so close to the car.  I then played out a series of events of what I would do if I was car jacked.  They were vivid and I always got away from the maniac, but seriously, couldn’t I start having better day dreams? 

It seems to me that when you are young, daydreams are a way that your mind fills all the blanks that are in your life and fixes the things that are beyond your control.  Once you reach a certain point in your life, the blanks get filled and you realize that you have quite a lot of power to fix things on your own- so your daydream possibilities are pretty narrowed……  This is where; if we are good and devoted members of the day dreamers club,  we have a responsibility to start dreaming bigger. 

So go on out and dream the biggest day dream possible, I'll catch you on the other side of reality.

What Dreams May Come

What Dreams May Come.  Well if this blog ever gets any sort of notoriety, I will be surprised.  Let's just start with "What Dreams May Come." 

It was raining this morning.  We haven't had a REALLY GOOD rain in a very long time and I AM grateful for it, however it put me in the kind of mood that is better suited to staying home, cooking stews, listening to Harry Potter and doing crafts all day.  Needless to say I have been fairly unproductive. I HAVE worked, don't get me wrong, but in my mind I am thinking about the gypsy sweater coat that I really want to make, I am thinking about redecorating my house, which is boring and brown, I am thinking about quitting this job and becoming a junk dealer.... not just any junk dealer, a dealer of REALLY COOL junk.

So after doing some social networking (for work), answering some emails, and writing a few procedures, I decide to write my very first blog during a very short break. First is figuring out how to get back to my profile.  Finally, I figured that out. Then how to actually write this.... I guess this "piece" on my blog.  I fiddled around with it for a bit, was redirected to the new formatting, told to pick a URL, I have no idea what the hell I am doing.... I was told to name my blog, for which I wrote,” What Dreams May Come" thinking it would be a perfect title for this first piece I am going to write about my morning daydreams.... and now, somehow…… my blogs name is- What Dreams May Come. I could have sworn my blog was going to be “The Bohemian Banshee” but alas, I have no idea what that title is for... I do still have it. Is it my name?

So Fate has given my blog the name “What Dreams May Come”.  And that’s fine. I have a lot of dreams.  We will see what happens with all of those dreams, if you decide that you want to follow, "What Dreams May Come". I promise my writing it will be much like the Three Stooges trying to write a blog.
Happy Thursday.