A dream realized! Smiling, tears, arms and belief clasped around her. A dream come true. We dream while we sleep, a subconscious tangle of desire and want. So what happens when we live our slumber? When what’s been churning in the quiet dark is brought into the brightest light? I have an old dream, unrealized. And I wonder if our opposite ends of the circle will ever meet. A startling collision of celebration and loss. In both stories, we must begin again, conjure something new.
I borrow the dreams of others, a rush of adrenaline as the thrill of someone else’s joy trickles down my spine. I stand up straighter, grow taller, imagine what gave them purpose might guide me too. But then it itches under my arms or feels too tight around my neck. I emerge from this dress, submerged under water for a day or two. Grieving the hope of a dream, mourning a silent sleep. The hope of someone else’s hope zapped from this body of mine. Living in hope is not the same as a dream realized in the same way jumping in puddles is not the same as a proper swim. I dream of lap after lap after lap, arms slicing the surface, legs kicking up spray.
Something old. Something new. Something borrowed.
Jump in the water.
Something blue.