Last night, as I was studying my presentation for tomorrow’s children’s services, my miniature poodle lay there snoozing away happily . . . till suddenly his entire body began twitching and he began making tiny whining sounds. He was clearly having a nightmare, so I began consoling him by petting him gently, and his physical response to his nightmare slowly subsided.
My husband tells me I move and speak in my sleep when I’m dreaming, just like our pet; and that begged the question: Do animals ever have dreams of goals they’d like to attain, as do we? Do they, for instance, dream of striving towards one day being able to outrun the big bully dog up the street, or of being able to catch that darn Frisbee every time, not just when he and it are in the right place at the right time? The answer is most likely yes, which made me realize that our lives and even those of are pets are all about our dreams — building them into our reality. From the moment we rise in the morning, to the moment we brush our teeth and hit the hay in the evening, we are attempting to construct for ourselves the life we envision in our dreams. At times those dreams seem unattainable, so far away and unrealistice. But are they? Are we tapping into the resources we already have within us to get there, or are we brushing aside those dreams?
Dreams are like physics, in that when an object is thrown, it travels in that direction, but only gets to the other end because it was put in motion. We’ll never create that reality for ourselves if we don’t start somewhere. The direction we take is up to us. The path we choose to get there is our own. So what are we waiting for? Wishing on a shooting star? The Yellow Brick Road and the White Witch? Our Fairy Godmother? Absolutely not. We’re waiting on ourselves, aren’t we? Good Grief . . . why do we always have to be such procrastinators?