If you can DREAM it, you can DO it.
I heard this a lot as a child and each time I called Bullshit but quietly so my parents would not slap me for cursing. Let me explain a few things before I give you some examples of why this is complete bullshit. America is a frontier culture what that means is that in our history our expansion from sea to shining sea affected our culture and how we see things.
America the Frontier Culture
A key element to this frontier culture is that if things are bad I can start over somewhere else. To California or BUST, To Texas or Bust. This is the reason why I feel there are so many ghost towns out west. People go where there is money, where there is a chance of a new beginning. Many of us want to leave behind the past which in most popular cases means running away from it as fast as we can as far as we can. Often times our problems coming chasing us too because i feel we never dealt with things. But luckily there is the power of positive thinking and we can delude ourselves into thinking the problem is everywhere else but within us.
Dreams are a symbolic language through which get a glimpse into the issues fixations and processes happening within our psyche. I happened to be skilled at dream interpretation. I dream once that I turned into a giant genetically modified corn plant, and infected the world with my progeny. Clearly nacho chips, salsa and masturbation before falling asleep impacted what I saw. The message clearly to this dream was to eat better before I go to sleep, just bacon cheeseburgers instead. I did that then dreamed I was a the meat in a female hamburger named Sophia. Seems Sofie needed the company and didn’t mind some meat between her buns 😀
Because you dream or aspire to something it doesn’t mean that you will achieve the thing you so desired. What you identify as the goal may not actually be the goal. A lot of our aspirations come from social and familial condition. I aspired to be a medical doctor because for years that was what my teachers and parents wanted me to be. It took a long time to realize that that dream I worked so hard for wasn’t my own. It’s also not that simple I dreamed of starting my own business and I did, but though the idea was great, the people I was involved with, the place I was working in, and the conditional under which I had to work were not jiving.
But to put it more practically here are some examples
- Many slaves, holocaust victims, victims of kidnapping and the sex trade died dreaming of escape and Freedom before it came.
- Many people on drugs dreamed they could fly and jumped out of windows to their death.
- Immigrants risking their lives to start over anew, never got their dream dying on the way. The unfortunate ones lived and had the pleasure of being abused by the common populace in the place where they landed.
- Many dying people with cancer or with AIDS or other harsh disease dreamed of living but they did not.
- Many people dream of relationships working out and or being with someone forever but things fall apart.
- Many couples dream of having a kid of their own but they cannot and so they adopt.
- I dreamed of saying good bye to my great grandmother before she died but without my knowing she was dumped in a nursing home and died alone .
Don’t get me wrong
To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
To dream is the most sublime of experiences. It takes us beyond our mortal limitations, it allows us to precipitate reality, to create. To quote from Hamlet again:
What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!
The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
At the end of the day not all our dreaming takes us where we imagine we ought to be. Some dreams take us no where, and there is something in that that makes life beautiful to me. Dreams are like Don Quixote’s windmill, they can knock us down into the ground bring us up to the stars.
E GUICHE (qui s'est dominé, avec un sourire): . . .Avez-vous lu Don Quichot ? CYRANO: Je l'ai lu. Et me découvre au nom de cet hurluberlu. DE GUICHE: Veuillez donc méditer alors. . . UN PORTEUR (paraissant au fond): Voici la chaise. DE GUICHE: Sur le chapitre des moulins ! CYRANO (saluant): Chapitre treize. DE GUICHE: Car, lorsqu'on les attaque, il arrive souvent. . . CYRANO: J'attaque donc des gens qui tournent à tout vent ? DE GUICHE: Qu'un moulinet de leurs grands bras chargés de toiles Vous lance dans la boue !. . . CYRANO: Ou bien dans les étoiles !