Do You Dream Still?

Living with a young child reminds you of the incredible power of dreams. More and more of my childhood dreams fall to the wayside as I age. But I still dare to dream. Soleil reminds me of the power of dreamms, that there is still hope.

When Soleil wakes up and we have breakfast, I like to ask her now and then if she dreamed. She always says yes, and then when asked, she tells me that she dreams about ponies or horses.

When I dig deeper, she doesn’t talk to them and they aren’t having their own adventures. Everytime she is riding them, often in the mountains.

It always touches my heart. At the same time, I fear for my wallet (LOL)! Let’s hope the periodic pony ride cuts the mustard. Still, it’s really sweet, and as her dreams evolve, I hope she feels empowered to go and make them happen.

My dreams today revolve around family life, travel, books and movie scripts, of helping people make a difference in their lives and careers, and building a decent company. I still have my bucket list (which needs a healthy refresh), too. And maybe, just maybe I can take Soleil on a mule ride across the Grand Canyon, too.

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At the same time, I don’t kid myself anymore about becoming the top blogger in the sector or running a Fortune 500 company or becoming president of the United States. No, the dreams of today are grounded in the missteps of the past as much as they are in the fantasies of my imagination. Some of these are simply character, I was not to fill these roles. Others, well, I made mistakes.

Yet, I do dream. I can’t help it. It’s hard not to. And when you see the exuberance of a child’s innocent, yet powerful dream, a sense of excitement wells up inside of you.

Do you dream still?

21 Replies to “Do You Dream Still?”

  1. Absolutely! I actually suffer from “possibilities paralysis”…so many things I like to do, and to be honest, I do make most of my dreams come true, mainly because they’re dreams grounded in my reality. I don’t dream of lofty, peak-of-the-mountain goals. I dream the possible dream, and work each day to make it happen. Simple things: time with family and friends, creating artwork, making handmade gifts, writing (not enough…yet), helping others every day, and creating…creating the circumstances I want to live in and hopefully helping others to do the same. Cheers! Kaarina

    1. I am glad to see the word “yet” there with writing. This is something you can do! And congratulations on publishing!

      I like how you pointed out grounding dreams in your reality. I think this is the key, to wisdom and a unique path. I hope you continue to be successful, Kaarina.

  2. If you can catch the last 3 – 5 minutes of the Doctor Who 50th anniversary special “The Day of the Doctor”, the main character delivers a beautiful little monologue on the subject of dreams and dreaming. In short, dreams are about going home (or being home) – a ideal home. IMHO, some of the best dreaming is done while awake and conscious.

    1. Is it right that I dream of a Nikon D610 and taking crazy trips to, um, I don’t know Africa? LOL! Hope you had a great week, my friend.

  3. Dream until you stop breathing my friend. And keep learning from Soleil. She isn’t encumbered by misinterpreted experiences or societal labels. So she knows more than you. Or me for that matter.

  4. This touched me heart. Especially the part when you wrote ” … the dreams of today are grounded in the missteps of the past as much as they are in the fantasies of my imagination.”

    As a child growing up, our house was always filled with my father’s singing. Singing, whistling, humming, mostly singing. I took up the piano when I was nine years old. I only went up to Grade 6 at the Royal Conservatory but nonetheless, that didn’t stop me from venturing off, learning to play the songs that my father would sing: think Sinatra, Matt Monro, Tony Bennett, and the classic Spanish songs. My father also played the guitar and the piano. He had the gift of “playing by ear”. Apart from the piano, there was nothing else in me that expanded my musical abilities. I could not sing.

    I remember when I was seven years old I received an oddly shaped Christmas present from my aunt and uncle. They teased me telling me it was “chocolate”. I was ecstatic. By the time Christmas day came around, the oddly shaped gift was the first to be ripped open. It wasn’t chocolate. It was a guitar. “Okaaaaaayyyy” I thought. At this point, I was very disappointed. Needless to say, my attempts at playing the guitar went sour very quickly. I found that fretting the strings were painful. I was discouraged. I’m not sure if my father really took the time to encourage me. He probably did, but I was too stubborn.

    Fast forward many, many years later, I watched Madonna on stage playing a guitar on the David Letterman Show. It was the year 2000. Apparently, she had taken up guitar lessons only a month before playing on Letterman. I was impressed. I’ll never forget that show. For the longest time, I had secretly wished that I could play the guitar. I felt guilty for not having stuck to it when I was younger. I was even a “tad” angry at my parents for not encouraging me or disciplining me to take it up and not give it up (I know. It’s completely not their fault. I don’t feel like that anymore, of course. I just remember feeling like that in the past).

    I was inspired by Madonna’s little guitar solo. I thought that if Madonna could learn the guitar at such a later time in life, then so could I. Call it lazy, call it fear, call it whatever you want but it took me thirteen years for that spark of a dream to re-ignite itself inside me. You see, I have this dream. I’m sitting on a beach with my guitar playing the songs that I often heard my father play and sing. Songs like Malagueña, Guantanamera and Romanza.

    Just last month I decided to re-visit that dream and do something about it. I finally bought myself a classical guitar! I’ve downloaded the tabs for all three songs and I’m practicing everyday. Mostly in the evening (I pity my neighbours). It’s still hard. I do finger stretches and left hand/right hand exercises all the time. Thank goodness for Youtube and free online guitar lessons! I can now play a simplified version of Malagueña too!

    That dream of playing these songs on a beach is surely within my reach. I’m thinking that by next year I’ll be blessed with this opportunity. Before the beach dream, I’ve added another dream. To be able to play in front of my father and see the smile and expression on his face. I can’t wait. This is what truly motivates me. After playing for my father, I’ll book a flight to Cuba, then Spain. You can find me there with my guitar.

    Thanks for writing this post, Geoff. It allowed me to take a break and share something of myself with you. Cheers!

    1. Carmen, this is an incredible story. Your dream of guitar playing,a nd your adult actions to make them happen are just amazing.

      I have a similar story with writing believe it or not. People told me for years, I was a horrible writer, that I would never write books, etc. Look at me now.

  5. I think that dreamers make the best people. I dream, too, every day, and as far as I know, most night.

    I can’t imagine life without creating wonderful adventures in my imagination and knowing that someday I’ll pick a few and make them come true.

  6. Dreaming is what we not able to make in real world. But when we dream we get confidence to make it real. When you dream it you can achieve it. Dreams are magical to our life’s. Thanks for your great post!

    1. Well said, Amit. It is indeed through dreams that we get hope, and they are magical. Have a great weekend!

  7. I’m always dreaming, but the dreams definitely change over time. When I was 22, I was going to retire at 45 with $4.5M based upon average annualized returns in the stock market. Umm, I’m almost 46, and that didn’t happen. Can you say “lost decade”.

    I wanted a log cabin on a river because that is how I grew up, and I wanted my kids and grandkids to experience it. That can still happen, but we’ve also enjoyed using timeshares to see the world…so the dream morphs to just ensuring we share as many experiences with our kids/grandkids that we possibly can. Because FAMILY is where it is AT when it comes to the Vickerys.

    I don’t play the lottery or gamble, so I’m not getting rich quick. However, if something astounding happens, and I’m debt free at 50, then I still dream about the possibilities. Do I focus on maximizing my experience and accompanying bill rate to get that nest egg built? Do I become a tennis teaching pro? Do I work with inner-city kids? Do I write a book?

    All of those dreams are still in play – and if I do any one of them…or none of them…I will still count myself as blessed for having family. And yes, it helps to get a dose of childlike exuberance every now and then.

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