My dreams are always very vivid. Bright colors and grand details fill my head while I slumber. There is nowhere I can't travel and no feats I can't achieve in my dreams. Characters dance around and plots unfold with great ease. Last night, for some unknown reason, I found myself in Italy...at some villa...about to dive into the crystal clear waters of a secret grotto I had discovered.
I was also known for sleepwalking when I was a child. I have walked into closets, attempted to cook my own breakfast on a Saturday afternoon, and carried on complete conversations to the amusement of my siblings. I'm glad I wasn't sleepwalking last night. Not only do I not know how to speak Italian, I also don't know how to swim, and can't imagine where I would have actually found myself once I woke up.
Then there is daydreaming. I'm pretty sure Mark Twain probably created one of his finest characters, Huck Finn, during a daydream. When a writer allows his or her imagination the chance to run free, without restrictions as to subject matter, amazing things can happen. Entire worlds have been created from a simple dream and our own reality has been the better for it.
I have decided to allow my dreams to change how I will live my life. To let my dreams shape and mold my thinking where I set aside my old life of "couldn'ts" and "shouldn'ts". To realize that telling myself that I COULDN'T possibly write a children's book or that I SHOULDN'T dream of being a published author one day will only create a life of dreams unfulfilled.
Who else, I wonder, will join me in having a peaceful night's sleep...eager to see where dreams may take us?