I have them all the time. Big ones and small ones and ridiculous ones and odd ones. Dreams. From the ground up, they are a regular part of my doggie life. Awake or asleep, I am always dreaming.
But that wasn’t always the case. I remember a time after I lost my friend Rusty at the humane society when I was at a very low point. Rusty was the only friend I had and he was gone. I was alone in a strange place holding on to nothing but a dream. A dream to be adopted into a family who would love me and take care of me and (if I was particularly lucky) spoil me rotten.
These dreams were soon challenged by the dog who all-too-quickly filled the vacant cage where Rusty once laid his head. Draeger. If I thought I was struggling before he arrived, I had no idea what was coming next.
Back at the humane society for the fourth time, Draeger was the epitome of the narcissistic pessimist. I made the mistake of sharing with him what had happened the night before with Rusty, to which he coyly responded “you’re next kid.” I told him the only thing getting me through was the dream of being adopted. He snarled in response to that, telling me dreams are a waste of time. He was a living breathing chip on my shoulder, and after a few days he weighed me down. Nagging negativity has a way of doing that to one’s outlook.
Fortunately it wasn’t long before my forever mom and dad came to meet me and my life changed forever. My dream came true in spite of all of that negativity Draeger forced on me. And so my faith in dreams was restored.
“Dream and give yourself permission to envision a you that you choose to be,” suggested American actress Joy Page.
And so it is. I believe in the power of dreams, which is why I think they are such a frequent visitor in my heart. Big ones like my dream to publish a book. Small ones like my dream that summer will return to Wisconsin at some point. Even when I have nightmares I sleep smiling because I know I have my life to wake up to. And that is its own dream come true.