It's the one thing I do really well, dream. In fact I'm constantly dreaming ridiculous things that if I was to ever speak them out I'd likely be sectioned. Here's one of my recurring ones. It's not the most crazy but it's still on the crazy chart......
My husband is a piano tuner and occasionally has the 'privilege' of tuning a famous person's piano. Which totally gives me the opportunity to imagine that said person loves my piano tuning man, as he's totally lovable to all, and decides they want to be his friend which means they then want to bestow ridiculous amounts of gifts such as houses and cars on him. So when he arrives home or even more when he phones home declaring he's had a gift I start to plan where we're going to live or make extensive plans as to how I can afford the insurance of the new car, when of course that would all have been paid for anyway. It's only a tiny bit of disappointment I feel when his wonderful Japanese customers have made him a cake or it's Christmas and he's been given a bottle of wine (we're teetotallers - so we use it for cooking). After all I know my dreams are just that, dreams, of the daytime variety.
Today, my daughter Hannah phoned. Alan answered and as he brought the phone to me he uttered the words "some thing's happened!" Immediately my mind went into dream mode. By the time he'd walked from one room to another I'd imagined she'd either heard from the guy she likes, she'd been offered a west end theatre job, she'd met someone who was going to further her career, she'd just met someone. Phew! How does my brain do that - come up with unbelievable amount of stuff in a ridiculously short space of time. Of course I should know that Alan knows me, and loves to tease me. Nothing had happened at all. It was more of a 'I'm going out to dinner before I come home' conversation. It was only a tiny bit of disappointment I felt.....
Hannah has of course inherited the 'dreaming' gene from me. She calls it Hannah's world! And everything is good in Hannah's world. This probably has something to do with the fact that the real Hannah's world has been a bit tough since she hit 16. As she likes to say "8 operations and a baby", and that's not the half. So perhaps it's understandable that she/me want to dream good things.
I had a real dream once. The type that is a vision, a passion, a hope and life goals are set by it. Well unless you're me and sitting on the sofa with hardly enough energy to type into a computer whilst watching Eastenders.
I dreamt of a youth centre........ let me tell you about it one day.
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