Showering and dressing for the beach day, but in the midst we must carry dreams into daytime. Last night's dream showcased a long-ago apartment with faces past -- a new sequence to document after waking.
Had to do it right away -- at the Bridge Conference last week, Bryan Dodge repeated the law of diminishing returns: "What you don't do in 48 hours, you will not do!"
Certainly putting off writing dreams, grants, and blogs this morn would be forgivable before driving "down the shore," but what excuse will there be tomorrow? Early morning (per another Bryan Dodge quote: "Get up when you wake up") allowed time to write the dream, type objectives for a grant proposal's letter of intent, and type a blog (posting now because internet was down).
As for literal dreams: why write them down? Several popular authors (J. K. Rowling, Stephanie Meyer?) have supposedly pulled story ideas from dreams. Even if those legends are false, and even if a dream isn't worth a story, dreams can still have deep meaning. Once on paper, a dreamer can search online dream dictionaries in the waking hours for interpretation. A good friend (or my sister) may be an amazing interpreter. If you are spiritual like the Josephs and Daniels of old, you may receive divine revelation or prophecy.
At any rate, bring all dreams into day!
Dusting off Our Generation's Dreams
For our larger dreams: friends and family my age are pianists and artists and novelists -- skilled and trained. Still, I see all of us leaving the dreams our brain's dusty cellar shelves. Occasionally we pull the string to the dangling yellow light and dust off the dreams, but rarely do we pull them into the light of day, every day, until they are no longer dreams but living beings.
Is this true of our whole generation?
My basement holds paintings and sculptures too numerous to display, created by the very same grandmother and grand-aunt faces past that I dreamed of last night -- some painted in the 1930s and 40s! On my piano sits music past down from my great-aunt, a Julliard-trained pianist who played concert halls.
Did they dream bigger than we do? When will we carry these worn dreams into the daylight?