Since Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, it is a good day to set aside for dreaming. That is not to say that dreaming can only be done when you are resting, it just means that the quality of dreams nurtured at rest will be better than those managed whilst you are on the hop. Every day I dream for a new tomorrow. Every single day, without fail. On shit days I spend my time dreaming about what I have that does not exist in this world. That kind of dreaming takes a lot of focus and given that the dream itself is a beautiful construct, no matter how bleak the hours get it fills my heart and my head with hope. And Love. On good days, I dream into this world. It just depends. I can’t say whether I prefer dreaming out, or dreaming in. Perhaps dreaming into this world is more satisfying because living day to day is an actual experience, happening, and it can be decisively influenced by our dreams. Dreams become your actuality if you allow them to manifest themselves, real. Dreams can only become reality, however, when you know who you are and you have the stamina and the passion to follow yourself into the future you have built. Dreaming for the past is not only a pointless pastime, it is a waste of time. The past is done with. It is not on next year’s agenda, for instance, so do not entertain it when you decide to choose your dreams. Dreams take your worlds forwards – remember that. These days they are about the only things that do. Also remember to dream a special dream for all those whom you love. Dreaming for yourself, alone, is selfish and greedy – especially when you are good at dreaming. In any case, what you wish for yourself you should wish for all of humankind. The minute you decide you are deserving of greater dreams than your fellow men is the moment you alienate yourself entirely from humanity.
C.J. Birch
C.J. Birch 