I have mentioned a few times here that I have the Curse of Creativity.  One of the symptoms of this is being a Dreamer.  I have been a Dreamer since I was a kid.  Most kids are dreamers, I guess, but (1) my dreams were always quite grandiose and (b) I forgot to stop dreaming when I reached adulthood.

 

Actually, I still haven’t stopped dreaming.  I still imagine doing things which are nigh impossible for me, personally, to achieve.  I have become a little more practical and I put more planning into my dreams, but they are still, by and large, out of sight.  I suppose the biggest difference is I have learned to (usually) recognize when I am dreaming, even if the optimist in me still thinks I can achieve those dreams.

 

I currently have five dreams going.  The first three are achievable enough, although my timeline may be a great deal of wishful thinking.  The first is two Toys I want to have, and I have, with my upcoming vacation this summer, demonstrated an ability to save up for something I want.  Dream two is a car, specifically a Jeep.  This doesn’t seem so out of line except my credit rating is as low as a credit rating can possibly be.  Still, I hope to have it by September or October.

 

Dream number three is a little house on the prairie.  That is, a prefab on a few acres of land.  This is, possibly, the American Dream, although I hardly think this country really has exclusive ownership of such a dream.  Again, my credit is a problem, but prefabs are cheap, they can be packaged with good deals on land, and I hope to save up a large enough down payment to offset the credit problem.  My timeline on this is next summer, which will probably take the achievement of a different Dream–not one of the five mentioned–to succeed.  Dream number three does require Dream number two as I will need something better than a scooter to get around if I am living on “the prairie” or, in more technical terms, eastern unincorporated El Paso County.

 

Then we get to the really whacko stuff.  I lump the last two dreams together as four A and four B, even though they aren’t the least bit related.  However, they are achievable simultaneously.  The first has to do with the reason for getting a few acres of land east of town:  I want to build an underground fortress.  Now, if that is not a childhood dream, I don’t know what is.  I have plans in my head for a deep-in-the-ground house with a swimming pool and a small-warehouse-sized “laboratory” for building interesting things.  This project would be a financial challenge, although not as much as if I hired construction people to build it for me, which is where the possibly bigger challenge comes in:  I plan to build it myself.  My carpentry skills are, well, lacking, but I still plan to build the damn thing mostly on my own.

 

Dream four B is to get a mail order bride.  This is a financial challenge and, of course, requires that between now and the time I save up the money for such an interesting goal I don’t otherwise find a girlfriend will to endure Dream four A.  My current thought is a girl from Japan.  I have seen the Russian ladies and, well, I just like Japanese girls.

 

Meanwhile, there’s the side dream which could help the above dreams:  Creating an immensely popular Facebook game or two.  My plan is to have this accomplished by the end of the year, and to have my game or games be my primary income by May of next year.  That’s pretty quick, but that’s my Dream.

 

The thing about being a Dreamer like me is that it’s hard to stop.  I am two years shy of fifty years old, and sometimes I feel like I still dream like I am still five.  This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it is something most people leave behind in their thirties at least.  It is, as I said at the start, part of what I call the Creative Curse.  My mind is dreaming up storylines or something most of the time.  The underground fortress has been a preoccupation for a couple of weeks now.

 

Who knows?  Maybe I will realize my dreams.  If I do, though, I promise there will be other, more grandiose dreams following them.  That’s what I get for being a Dreamer.