“And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.” – Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Dreams are so weird, at least mine are, most of the time. I once had a dream dictionary so I could look up the meaning of my dreams, even though it strictly advised that dreams are subjective. In other words, what the color red, for example, means to me will not have the same meaning for someone else. It requires a lot of deep thinking to figure out what the symbolism inherent in dreams means to me. I don’t have time to interpret my dreams these days. Between work and home life my schedule will not allow me the time to spend on indulging myself with what dreams may mean.
Still, it is intriguing and can give great insights. It’s too bad I can no longer give them much thought. It was actually a lot of fun, and sometimes very instructive. I do like fantasy worlds, after all. And dreams can be that. They can also be horrendously realistic, sometimes frighteningly so – like a masked man banging down your door while holding a knife in his hand – that’s the stuff of nightmares for sure! My imagination can get a little out of hand. I remember scaring the daylights out of myself when I was a child. The mental images were so real! But, I like dreaming. Dreams can take me places my pocketbook never could. And sometimes they can lead to an inspiration that pays off in real life. Just because I no longer spend hours on dream interpretation doesn’t mean I’ve ceased paying attention.
“Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.” – Gloria Steinem
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in – what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” – Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
This morning my husband had a lottery ticket he bought checked at a corner store. The clerk gave it back to him with several slips of paper and told him to go home and call the number provided. Well- you can imagine the excitement! I have to say I am proud of how calm we both were. Adopting a ‘wait and see’ attitude my hubby made the call. It turns out the clerk had made a mistake and inadvertently validated the ticket but could not give my hubby his winnings – a whopping four dollars!!!! So now he has to wait for a special envelope to arrive in the mail so he can send the ticket back to the corporation and eventually receive his big check.
For the few minutes in between checking the ticket and making the phone call we wondered, ‘is this what it’s like to win a lottery?’. Perhaps, like many people, we place way too much hope at times in winning a lottery – the chances are, after all, minutely small. Why do so many of us place so much stock and faith in lotteries anyway? I mean, logically we know the chances are so small that we cannot even imagine how little they are. Yet hope springs eternal. We fall for the slick advertising that sells us on our own dreams and aspirations. The marketing schemes are akin to the slickest of con jobs.
In one sense I deplore the marketing aimed at the most financially-strapped of the population. In another sense, well you never know, right? There is a chance – an extremely slim one, but a chance nevertheless. Hmmmm I hear the next jackpot is pretty big with lots of extra prizes. Perhaps I should buy a ticket?