We Are The Dreamers of Dreams

I’m getting into one of my “I have a boring life and I need to do something exciting with it” moments again. I hate that…I never end up doing anything,

Earth is so huge and yet I feel like there is nowhere to go. Beyond the many continents, countries and cultures that this planet holds, there is nothing else for me here.

There is no secret passage to Narnia where I can find real magic. My Pegasus and unicorn are not waiting for me in a field of sunflowers. My mermaid friends are not waiting for me to go explore the depths and swim with whales. There is no flying carpet hovering outside my window for me. There is only reality….the bitterness and struggle of life in modern society and I have to live with it because I cannot change it.

I hope one day science and technology can force imagination into reality. Maybe then there will be hope for fairytale love. (no, I’m not lonely. It’s just another one of those imaginary things I wish existed)

We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

The Dream

I’m living in a three story house, it’s made of stainless steel and thick glass. On one side of the house is a large whale tank, where Belugas swim and play in our windows. The other side of the house is facing the ocean, the beach, the sun. Inside the house remains cool while the weather outside is warm and summery all year round except for an occasional scary, but fun, storm.

The rooms are different colors. We have a blue bathroom, a white one, a mint green guest room, a red, black and grey living room, the kitchen is silver, and the master bedroom changes from clean linen to a deep, brooding crimson when needed. More rooms will be added later.

Music is always playing. Like the colors, it changes from room to room. The bathrooms play whatever the occupant wishes, the living room plays chill house music low enough to talk over, the kitchen plays upbeat jazz, the guest room plays Enya and Sade, the master bedroom plays whatever fits the mood, automatically. Right now it is playing Fiona Apple’s Paper Bag

I have all the money I need, but not excess. I’m healthy and happy. I enjoy swimming in our pool, designing clothes, having lunch with friends and hosting dinner parties. My man is kind to everyone, passionate, mysteriously handsome, and extremely creative. He understands when I am feeling blue and does not always know the answers to all my questions. We don’t have any children besides our cat (an orange tabby named Milo) and two dogs (a stout little Pug, named Otis, and a Rottweiler, named Simon).

This is my story. Someday, if I am meant to be happy…it will happen.