I Dream In Phosphorescence

 Here's a little something nobody tells you about dreams. Dreams come true. The funny thing is that sometimes the dream takes a little time to come true and that's why I beleive that patience is called a virtue. 

As a child, I had a lot of dreams. Some of those dreams saw me astride a dragon, soaring off into the sunset. Others saw me walking on a brightly lit stage - strobe lights and roaring crowds hanging on to my every word while camera flash bulbs went off and dazzled me, forcing me to blink. Other dreams saw me driving down miles of open road, the wind a roar outside the car and Bon Jovi crooning Bed of Roses on the car stereo.

I am no longer a child. My eyes have become a bit grave. My face shows stubble. There are bags under my eyes sometimes and my dreams are now like acid trips and make me wake up screaming. I cannot sleep in a dark room any more, however miniscule; a light source has to be there. I have a therapist now and a martial arts teacher. I cook my own food and drink a lot of coffee, sometimes laced with alcohol.

That popular song starts playing in my head sometimes 

"Her dreams went out the door, when she turned 24". As did mine. I dream in phosphorescence now. I dream of fantasy worlds and of meeting an orangutan in a library. I dream of endless alleys littered with books that are available for cheap. I dream of tender stewed chicken which is to be relished with a nice piece of naan. I dream of being who I am with people I care about - joking with them, reading the books they give me, playing the games they make me a part of. I dream of going on walks with them and their dogs and of sharing what makes me sad with them.

The thing is, I've changed. I'm not a child anymore. My dreams have changed as well. It's almost a disease with me - I can never stop dreaming. A house littered with books and the smell of good food. A room of my own which has art made by my friend on the wall. I dreamt of all this and I dreamt of more things too. I never noticed some of those dreams coming true. I never realised when a dream became something I was living, when it became a truth. 

So, continue dreaming and stay a while. Let that dream become a truth Let me remind you of the horseman in Robert Frost's poem who stood by the woods, watched the snow fall in them and then acknowledged their beauty but also the fact that he had miles to go before he could sleep. Why do you think we dream the most when we sleep? Could the horseman have a desire to dream? Robert Frost seems to think that his horseman had a dream that he wanted to turn into a truth.

"Dream on, dream on, dream on

Dream until your dream comes true" 

I must admit that my life is kind and in many ways driven by the dreams I dared to dream as a child. My life may not be much, but it is mine. It is fuelled by many dreams and many truths.

The Bilge Master