Fantasy

If you wake up to find the things you desire are yours for the taking, finding them no farther, say, than an arm length away, hanging from a tree in the back-yard, would you take it? Or would you allow the dream to write itself?

The unseen fantasies that play out around us go unannounced because of our inability to see. It's not that they're mute. It's not that they're ghosts. They're real. But we lack the eyes to see. The five senses aren't enough.

But if one day the senses ARE enough, and the dreams are right there, and happiness is an apple in the orchard, should we live out the fantasy or abide by the way it's always been… a dream we can't control?

Who's to guarantee, even if we do grab the apple, that we can control it anyway? How can we shape a reality we've never known when we can't even shape the one that is actually real; our everyday lives?

I guess what I'm trying to understand is can we be the kings of our dreams? And if we could, would we have to rename them?

I have a difficult time remembering my dreams. I like to think that it's because I'm constructing stories in my mind all the time, so much so that when it comes time to rest my mind doesn't want to dream up any more scenarios. I wonder if this is true for other writers. I wonder what I would do if I lost my life to a fantasy.