I am a dreamer. An unashamed daydream-believer.
I was that child being told off for staring out of the classroom window; that child who, when she should have been doing whatever it is that Brownies do, was outside playing with the leaves and talking to the trees.
I had two tiny dinosaurs who lived in a shoebox. They would hop about on my shoulders and keep me company. The day came when I opened up the shoebox to find the dinosaurs had gone. But my daydreaming nature has never up and left me.
Dreams are important.
Waking dreams may tell us our subconscious desires. Sleeping dreams may tell us about our unconscious. Both types of dreams, if we listen to them, can give us guidance. They can help us to create the future self or future life to which we aspire.
Dreams, however, are nothing without goals.
I don’t think that a fairy godmother will wield a magic wand and grant me the things I wish to have, and I don’t think that a pot of gold is going to fall in my lap, either.
In The Summer Sacrifice, some of my characters have potentially enormous Gifts. But those Gifts don’t come fully-formed. Jamie Tuff is strong, but her strength has to be tested. Her best friend Seveny is powerful, but she has to work at controlling that power. Nothing comes easy for them, and I believe that makes the rewards they reap all the richer.
Life can press the dream out of the biggest dreamer—but only if we let it. And those that keep dreaming and work to make their dreams a reality, have the potential to change the world.
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream—Lingering in the golden gleam—Life, what is it but a dream?
—Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
—Edgar Allan Poe
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.