To be able to dream is a natural action of a free child and all adults are able but may have forgotten how. Dreaming is a brilliant dedication to passion, imagination, relaxation, creativity, and can be a horrible or amazing beast. The place we go when we dream is a mental state I like to call the wondering. Here, nothing is real or fake and everything is vibrant and cascades bigger and stronger as thoughts, senses, desires touch it. It is freedom and like the realm of ideas that Plato sites, all things come from here but here is where we make things. A pool ever deep and always just as shallow as the swimmer is willing to be.
To dream is a brilliant action but to only dream is a decadent insult to one’s desires, dreams and soul. And that is where most stop. Dreaming is a great step to find a heading. One listens to their intuition and feelings, throws out a “X” to mark the spot in the wondering that they would like to land and then to do themselves honor and give that dream credit instead of one night stand(thats a pun)the soul must make its body chase it. A dream as an arrow and warm up to action is a beautiful thing just as it is beautiful to create a dream… to only create a dream and let it go is to fall in love completely so that flowers smell like they’re supposed to as the fairy tales say and each sunset waits for your and the horizon beckons something wild, new, and unheard of while you both stagger with the overwhelming beat of each heart in total unison for such passion and force the gods have bestowed upon ye, and walk away.
Safety is not in dreams and it is the scariest thing because it kills your dreams.
