I think that at some point or another, we’ve all had “the dream.”
We’ve all closed our eyes and dreamed of what it would be like to leave everything behind and start fresh.
Start a new life, in a new place, surrounded by strangers who don’t know of our past sins or former glories.
The dream allows us to wonder what it would be like to be someone else; to have a new persona; to change our name.
To run away.
To be who we were meant to be before we conformed to society’s norms and entered the rat race to reach the “American” dream.
In many cases, the realization that the American dream was really a nightmare prompted us to have a new dream.
A dream where we were free of constraints.
Free of debt.
Free of having to compete with the Joneses.
A dream where there wasn’t a picket fence in sight and where we didn’t have to mow or fertilize our lawns.
A dream where we could roam free; unburdened by responsibility, society’s expectations, and media pressure.
Yesterday afternoon, as the Significant Other and I strolled to the market, we came across this baby.
Suddenly, a dream was born.
Significant Other: “Bella, would you look at this beauty!”
Me: “Oh my goodness, it even has crocheted curtains!”
Significant Other: “We could tour all of Europe in this thing! Let’s do it. Let’s ask who it belongs to, make an offer, and buy it!”
Me: “And what money do you propose we use to finance this little project?”
Significant Other: “The one we’re bound to get from the sale of the house.”
Me: “Oh. Now we’re selling the house?”
Significant Other: “Of course, silly. How else are we going to see the world?”
Me: “I thought we were touring Europe.”
Significant Other: “I have a better idea! Let’s sell the house, buy this thing, and drive to Tuscany.”
Me: “And what will we live off when we get there?”
Significant Other: “We can live off the land.”
Me: “Live off the land like plant our own tomatoes, raise our own chickens, and sleep in hammocks strung from trees?”
Significant Other: “Yeah, something like that and besides, if that doesn’t work out we could always turn this baby into an ice cream truck.”
Me: “Italians have gelato. Why would they want to buy our ratty popsicles?”
Significant Other: “The same reason Europeans have Mediterranean cuisine and still want to eat at McDonald’s.”
Me: “We could also draw peace signs on the windows, burn incense, and sell dream catchers.”
Significant Other: “Or we could turn it into a taxi and drive villagers to the city.”
Me: “Or we could buy a couple of Ikea futons and turn it into a bed and breakfast!”
Just then, the honking of an irate driver wakes us from our reverie.
I realize that the Significant Other and I have our noses pressed against the van’s windows and a man is asking if he can be of assistance.
We sadly watch as he gets into the van and drives away.
Along with our dreams.
Just then, we spot this beauty.
I smile as I hear the Significant Other say, “Do you know where we could go in this bad boy?”
Where do your dreams take you?