Every night on my way to bed I climb the stairs to my third floor. I usually run them because I am trying to keep myself in shape and prove to myself that I can still hang. No matter my choice of travel, I pass the stars that line the wall on my staircase. They are two dimensional, mirrored stars that glitter in gold and silver. They are strategically placed. I hung them there to remind me to dream.
I must admit that I very rarely remember my dreams from the night before. I do, however, dream the days away. I am like a baby that has come into this world and still has their days and nights mixed up. I’m that person that can stay awake until four in the morning and sleep until one in the afternoon. I don’t ever feel like I am missing anything in the early morning. This late bird never feels the need to catch the early worm. I like to be awake while the rest of the world is sleeping. I like the sound of nothing at night- just the sound of the crickets and my keyboard. It’s when I do my best creative writing. My best thinking is at night because my mind is clear from the worries that the daylight hours imposed upon me. I’m a creature of the night and I love it.
So, I don’t dream at night as often as I do during the day. I can perfectly recollect my dreams from six in the morning until noon. They feel so real and waking up in the middle of one is such a nuisance. I start my day with a “To do list,” and never get to the “do” until the sun goes down. It doesn’t matter what the hands on the clock say I still pass the stars on the wall. They remind me to make strides and progress toward my goals. They keep me in check. They are the motivation to do the “do.” They are the mirrors to look in and see my truth. They twinkle with each ray of sunlight coming through the windows. At night their reflections from the lights give a beautiful glow. I never need to stand outside and look up because my stars aren’t hung with the moon, they are hung in my heart and my home.
I’m really good at dreaming. You should be good at something. We all have a talent, if dreaming is one then I take first place. It’s not easy to be so imaginative. Ask any left brain person and they will find it not right to waste time in “LaLa Land.” I am a permanent resident of this community. I love lollipops and roses. I love rose colored glasses and my glass is usually half full.
I’ve actually made some dreams come true. I don’t just dream them up and let my left brain talk me out of them. My brain and its’ two sides work pretty well together. They have been good to me. Quite possibly, it’s because I have been good to them. I do believe that we can be or do whatever we want. We were given a mind to use it and fill it with knowledge. We use a ridiculously small percent of our brain. I really try to fill mine up. That’s why I dream. I think my “lefty” and my “righty” like it. They enjoy the entertainment together. They probably have some popcorn and peanuts while I create some outlandish thoughts all day long. I never bore them or myself. I am good for them. I bring myself up and they bring me back down. I put myself down and they bring me back up. I think too much, but if I didn’t I would be doing a serious disservice to my brain.
The stars on the wall keep me going. This all may seem odd to someone else but I like to dream big and if they don’t come true they can break big. Broken dreams turn into another, sometimes bigger and better dream. All the pieces come crashing down and break, but somehow if you continue to hold on and persevere they all come together again. Whether its day or night the stars on my wall will be there reminding me to dream and that anything is possible. It’s just that in my house they shine a little brighter at night making me and my right brain happy with nothing left brain to care about.
