Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Day Dreams


Just thinking and musing and wondering and spacing out….staring into the distance, seeing nothing really, but yet seeing my day-dreams.  What do I dream about while wide-awake?  What shows on the movie-screen of my mind as I zone out and imagine? 

I dream about traveling – going on magical voyages and seeing mystical lands.  I dream about flying freely – like a bird through the bright blue yonder….  I dream about misty waterfalls and gentle babbling brooks and fireflies that dance as the evening dew falls.  Castles that rise from the mist and knights on white horses wooing innocent maidens wearing pastel, long dresses with empire waistlines and wearing regal diamond tiaras that sparkle in the sunshine. Fairies that flit from flower to flower and gnomes that hide take naps behind fat mushrooms in the filtered sun-dappled deep forest.   I dream of flying dragons, good triumphing over evil and the nice guy finishing first.

I dream about peaceful sleep and taking deep breaths of clean, fresh air.  I dream about wide open fields with soft green grass and pretty yellow buttercups on a brisk spring day under bright robin’s egg blue skies.  I dream about rolling hills and wispy soft green leaves that are newly formed on formerly bare branches. I dream about morning fog, rolling across the meadows and low places…slowly dissipating in the morning sun like the vapor that is our lives.  I dream of a newly born fawn, standing on wobbley, untried knees and rainbow-hued butterflies that kiss the upturned faces of the expectant flowers.

I dream about clear blue waters caressing soft, white sands in a never ending, undulating and seductive dance.  Mesmerizing green plan trees swaying in the breeze to the beat of nature’s heart. I dream about the smell of salt and brine and sweetly fragrant jasmine flowers, mingling in the wind as I doze in a hammock in the shade of the trees.

I dream about fields of wild flowers frolicking over the hills and dales…buttercups, jonquils, lilies, lilacs, iris, and wild-honeysuckle. I dream of soft, green moss carpeting the forest floor…dotted with fat, brown acorns here and there.   I dream of billowy, puffy white clouds drifting in a cerulean sky.

I dream of children laughing, calling to one another while they run and play.  I dream of splashing in the refreshing spray of a water-hose and sharing half a banana popsicle with my little sister.   I dream of lying on a quilt in the shade, lost in the adventure stories of Pipi Longstockings, Nancy Drew, and Anne of Green Gables.  I dream of ice-cold grape kool-aid in a paper Dixie cup.  I dream of playing with matchbox cars, making pretend roads in the dirt and gravel and of dressing up my Barbie dolls in an array of splendorous high fashion outfits.  

I dream of coloring pictures in a coloring book – lying on my stomach, concentrating on staying inside the lines and matching the colors.  I dream of creating….of expressing….of becoming.

I dream of cool, sweet, juicy, crisp chunks of watermelon sprinkled with a smidgin of salt.  I dream of crunchy corndogs dipped in yellow mustard.  I dream of a fresh, red, ripe tomato right off the vine – still warm from the summer sun.  I dream of creamy, sweet vanilla icecream made in a churn on the carport.  I dream of fragrantly strong coffee, steaming in a cup - warming my hands on a chilly morning.

I dream of babies – soft, cherubic, cooing,…..smelling like Baby Magic, milk, and bath-time  - all wrapped up like baby burritos in soft, pastel blankets.  I dream of kisses on my cheeks and safe hugs from strong arms.  I dream of lullabies and soft lyrics, being rocked to sleep.

I dream of the coconuty-cocoa butter smell of suntan oil and the faint scent of chlorine from the pool.  I dream of the rough warmed of a beach towel spread out beneath me as I laze and soak up the sunshine. 

I dream of romping puppy dogs and kitty cats, frisky and playful.  I dream of wet noses and sweet puppy breath kisses and wagging tails and fluffy, contented purrs and furry snuggles.

I dream of dreaming…..sleeping, smiling, beguiling, wandering, peaceful and relaxed on a bed of fluffy softness, surrounded by love.   To sleep....perchance, to dream.

No comments:

Post a Comment