Day 261: I can’t imagine life without . . . Dreaming big! Like Anne of Green Gables was oft to say, this world gives us scope for the imagination.
I’ve always thought dreaming was really just imagining in your sleep, and daydreaming should really just be called imagining. Don’t you agree?
Our imaginations are powerful tools, working day and night. We only need to pay attention and give them scope to bring them to fruition. That’s why I write down my dreams, whether scary or cool or funny or weird. My best stories come from what my imagination dreams up. Take this poem, for example:
Writing in My Sleep
A gorger slips into the pantry. A thief pulls down his mask. A surgeon grips a scalpel. A detective trails his culprit. An EMT pounds a chest. A biker skids beneath a semi. A killer snaps his latex glove. A beggar waits in line for soup. A knight jousts for his maiden. Refugees flee in moonless night. An admirer woos his obsession. A worried mother paces. A politician lies. A teenager scales the trellis. An invisible assailant chases. Pundits scheme. Advertisers twist. Hands that cannot grip. Spongy teeth that cannot bite. Pounding hearts. Feet that won't budge. Moving through sludge. Astronauts float. UFOs land. Animals talk. A performer revels in applause. A lifelong work is published. A ship sinks. Treasure is found. A pornographer ruins minds. A student forgets a class. A combination eludes. I'm in my underwear at work. A lover lies. A confidante betrays. A loved one dies. I toss and turn. A baby is born. Happy tears fall. Desire burns. Souls meld. Alarms blare. Eyes blink. Fractured thoughts flit toward the light,
Disintegrating in the bright. It’s wispy ash floats away, On the wind of waking day.
—JanaLee Cox Longhurst
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