Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Dreams and Nightmares

I once dreamed that I was heading for Hogwarts. I had my trunk packed and has gone to Diagon Alley and everything, but I woke up before I ever got to King's Cross Station. This happens in many of my dreams. I had a dream three weeks ago that my family was goin on a trip to Disneyland. I had packed and planned everything out, but I woke up before we even left. 

A funny thing about my nightmares is that every one has always taken place in Disneyland. I have never had a nightmare anywhere but Disneyland. Is it because it is such a big part of my family, so it sticks in my brain, even when I'm asleep? Or maybe it's because of the influence Disney and Disneyland have on people. 

In dreams, the impossible can become possible. But maybe it also works in reverse. Maybe it stops the possible from being possible. Maybe that's why I never actually reach my goal in my dreams, because I have the ability to reach my goals. Maybe my dreams are my subconscious's way of telling me, "Just try, I know you'll succeed!"

Good Things Come To Those Who......

They say "Good things come to those who wait". But do they really. Think about it: if you wait for everything to come to you, you'll end up uneducated, unemployed, unmarried, no kids, no life, no future. However, if you go out and MAKE THINGS HAPPEN, maybe you'll find all of the good things. And along the way, you'll gather the greatest stories. Maybe you'll scuba dive in Hawaii, skydive over someplace in Kansas that you never learned the name of, climb Mount Shasta, go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Anything could happen if you make them happen. 

So don't wait! DO!

Thoughts From An Author

Have you ever thought that you were just a character in someones book? That the people with the super interesting lives are the main characters, the people with unelaborate lives are secondary characters, and people with positively boring lives are minor characters? That your character is always growing-evolving- as the story goes on? That we all might be figments of some random authors imagination? That, with the stroke of a pen, the click of a key, our entire existence could change, end, or restart completely differently? That if the author gives up on the story, that is the day we die? 

Maybe that's all people are. Maybe we don't really exist. LIke, as John Green says in one of his books, that we really are made of paper.