Exploring the Depths

One time, I dreamt I was a farmer.

I dreamed of being a cowgirl, living in the country free and dirty with boots, blue jeans, chores, and horses and vast open fields and forests.

I dreamed of pop music, singing and catching everyone’s eyes dancing and smiling fake and pointless. 

I dreamed instead of rocking hard: first playing drums, then guitar, jumping high and hard on a stage flying around in a fit of energy and booming bass. 

I dreamed of shows and proms, dresses and dances, dates and parties, hair dye and mascara, friends and nights out.

I dreamed once of falling in love, of car rides, falling asleep, laughs and smiles, food and fights, movies and songs, kisses and shrugs. 

Dreamed I lived in Key West Florida painting and laying on the beach everyday, endless ocean swimming, coconut shrimp eating, Jimmy Buffet singing. 

I dreamed of summer road trips, hiking, biking, camping, laughing, reading, singing, exploring, getting lost, getting found, and everything in between (specifically in a white jeep).

I dreamed of nights under the hugest trees the Earth’s ever seen and glimpsing stars behind branches, listening to dancy acoustic sing-a-longs around a campfire in somewhere like Yosemite. 

I dreamed of rock climbing with dreads and bandannas, hiking boots and climbing tools, vegetarian food and dirt under nails.

I dreamed of surfing high, Hawaii mountains kissing bluest ocean and black sand beaches with rain forest hikes and fresh fresh fruit juice.

I dreamed of wearing a white dress barefoot at dusk playing tag in fields of wheat, sunset spilling everywhere especially my hair.

I dreamed of loft living, looking out picture windows on city night lights, cups of tea in windowsills, coffee table books and armchairs, cat hair and piano tinkling, watercolors across paper, wall sized art. 

I dreamed of hobit holes, living under great mounds of dirt and trees, growing things, eating them, cutting flowers, and drinking songs.

I dreamed of making my own house, just the way I want with woodsy walls, quirky and cozy interiors, family finger prints, food smells, paint and windowsills.

I dreamed of a morning lit kitchen and a window above the sink with white curtains, wind dancing plants, yellow walls, smells of butter.

I dreamed of self-sustainability, gardening, composting, wind energy, solar power, canning, knitting, chicken coups, orchards, goat milking, wood building, hand-me-downs and homemades.

I dreamed of coffee shop hopping, working behind a counter with beans roasting and one of the best smells noses smell with pastries and trendy customers reading trendy books with trendy boots and trendy coats.

I dreamed of a studio space and gallery shows, rooms full of works finished and not, India ink and plaster, messy clothes, messy hair, messy canvas, messy air filled with fast music and creativity the size of Jupiter.

I dreamed of travel, learning things, meeting people, and being me.

One time I dreamed a lot of things. Some dreams came true, and the rest are in the works. Some other time I will dream more and I will know that my life is full of dreams.