Dreams of Reality

I've always believed that it was okay to dream. 

Daydreaming is, in fact, one of my most favorite pastimes.

The very process of dreaming is a fascinating thing that is both indescribable, intangible, but very real at the same time. Through dreams, one can live out their wildest adventures. They can climb the highest of heights, dance the most beautiful of dances, and sing the most beautiful of songs. They can achieve the career of a lifetime, marry the perfect person, or have the idyllic house with the white picket fence. 

Anything is possible in a dream.

It is a most fascinating thing when dreams turn into reality. But this question occurred to me: If dreams become reality, they are no longer dreams. And if they are no longer dreams, what are they?

As I began to reflect on the musings of my childhood, I began to realize that many of my dreams had become reality. And those that had not, had worked out into a far more exciting reality than I could have ever dreamed up. 

I recalled that in first grade, I was destined to be a veterinarian. After that, I was positive that I'd be an English Literature professor. That phase quickly faded into the next. Now, I was sure I'd be an ER doctor. And as time progressed, I just knew that I'd be a prima ballerina. All these dreams had so much meaning, felt so real, so possible.

At that young age, they were possible; for my imagination had very few limits. 

Unhampered by reality, I was sure that I could do anything if I simply put my mind to it. My idealistic visions of life were my daily pleasures that transported me to unknown worlds. One day, I was little orphan Annie, the next I was fleeing the oppressions of WWII, and the day after that I was a pilgrim just landed a Plymouth. 

Yes, my dreams and my imagination held me captivated by their wealth of experience and possession of such vast knowledge. 

In many ways, I am the same today. I have great hopes and dreams, and while I am consumed as a college student in my studies, my books transport me to a variety of locations. One day, I'm fighting Communism, the next I'm in Africa helping those with AIDs. 

Not much has changed. I still have an overactive imagination that runs away with itself when I sit down to write a paper or discuss a new topic. Difficult to tame, my hearts desires run away with me.

But today, my dreams are tempered by reality. A reality far greater than my dreams could ever imagine.

Today, I recognize that when dreams become reality, they are called blessings.

Blessings from my Lord God Almighty who has shaped and molded me for the plans that He has for me. He has given me those dreams and that overactive imagination, not to let me down, but to help me to  fathom the great things that He has for me that are far beyond this world.

Without my dreams, without my imagination, I could not even begin to grasp the magnitude of His greatness, much less the promises of Heaven. 

But He has given each and every one one of us hopes and dreams to give us a foretaste of the future. 

So keep on dreaming world. Because those dreams just might come true!