Fantasies, Dreams, and Other Wishful Thinkings Sometimes I just let my mind wander off into wonderful places. I place myself in beautiful worlds, full of oceans, water, palm trees, vistas of a huge, open world. In this world is always someone special, someone I want to spend glorious moments with, someone I want to love and cherish and spend hours and hours and hours with. I suppose this isn't so different, isn't so odd or silly, perhaps I just take it to a slightly higher level than most. When I was in school (catholic school, 12 years of it, and yes, I survived!!), we spent a LOT of time in church. It was especially during these times that I let my thoughts take me where they would. And what's really interesting is that I remember some of those images as clearly as if they really occurred. I also remember they didn't really start till I was in my teens; no doubt there's some kind of heavy, intense psychological explanation for that. That first daydream I remember so clearly had me a tall, curvy blond, with long straight hair~~the Clairol dream of feminine perfection. Course it couldn't have been any further from the girl I was ~~ a chunky, shy, curly headed brunette. But that's why fantasies are so great, we get to be who we thought we wanted to be. This blond bombshell would be driving a Ford convertible, blue with yellow interior~~this is MY dream and I get to have everything I want, remember?? She'd be in southern California, at the beach, and all the boys would love her. Beyond all these physical wonderments, I would create the most wonderful scenarios, being the star in each of them. They'd change from dream to dream, depending on how much time I had, where I was, what I was doing. As I grew up, got older and supposedly wiser, I still delved into this fantasy world of mine. There were most likely very different reasons for them during this time, but as always, were still there~~an escape, my own private vacation from day to day life, from everyday reality. They weren't quite as frequent, nor perhaps so sweet and dreamy. Fast forward many, many years, and I'm still at it, still creating these fantasies, these hopes and dreams. Only now they're a bit more involved, a lot more real, with real possibilities. I've shared them for the first time, revealed them, opened them up. And now I know, for the first time, really and truly, dreams do come true, wishes can be granted. Sounds like a Cinderella story, doesn't it? Course there really is no Prince Charming, no glass slipper, there are no wicked stepsisters. There are real men, flip flops, and people who make things difficult. These daily roadblocks keep me dreaming, take me to an easier, calmer, more peaceful spot. It's what gives me that lift, that charge, to keep living life as best and as fully I can. So, there you have it, this little world of mine, where I sometimes go to let my mind take a rest, let my soul recharge, my body relax. It's a lovely place, full of my most favorite places, my most cherished people, the most wonderful kinds of worlds. And I'll dream on....... 6/3/08