Strange The Dreamer

A short while ago an Insta friend, asked if you had to pick a book title to describe your life which would it be. Automatically, as is the case when I'm asked a question, all knowledge of books departed my brain and went on vacation so I turned to my bookshelf where the perfect title lay in wait.

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor is actually about a man named Strange who meets his Goddess girlfriend in a dream. Or something like that I wasn't actually a fan of the book so all memories save for the deplorable ending are gone from my brain. It gets rave reviews though so feel free to check it out for yourself.

Despite not liking the book, I love the title and it actually sums me up really well.

The tag line for my Blog is "The Ramblings Of A Dreamer" for a reason.

I have been dreaming my entire life. In every meaning of the word. I have always, every night of my life had crazy vivid dreams. I don't sleep well, never have. But dreaming I'm an expert at. Just don't ask me to explain them. I mean I can hazard a guess why my anxiety riddled brain continually dreams of my breaks failing while driving, or why someone like myself with a chronic illness has dream after dream where I'm running but I'm moving slower than a snail crawling through peanut butter. It's the ones where I'm acutely aware I am dreaming while in the dream that always leave me feeling...lets go with odd. I've had dreams to rival Hollywood blockbusters, dreams that have pulled me to the computer upon waking to make it a story, but don't fret there are no sparkly vampires over here. (if you get that reference, let me know in the comments)

Dreaming has been such a huge part of my night time routine that last month when my Doctor put me on new migraine medication and I slept through for two nights running with NO dreams I actually thought something was wrong. When in fact your body is meant to get to a stage where it is so deeply asleep that even your mind takes a break.

As for the other kind of dreaming, similar to the winning the lottery dream, I've been doing that my whole life too.

I was born and raised and still to this day live in Australia. Now unless you were born and raised in Australia you can't fully understand the feeling of being so far away from the rest of the world and how for a dreamer like me it is a form of torture.

My dreams are about seeing all the natural wonders of the world. My dreams are about walking down streets that are hundreds of years old that once had Vikings and Romans and Pharaohs step on the same stones - Well maybe not Pharaohs I hear they liked to be carried a lot. My dreams are about sitting in cafes on tiny French corners, letting the wind blow through my hair from the top of an English hill, exploring the magic of the Black Forest, watching the Northern Lights while laid out on snow that is 2 feet deep with maybe a reindeer or two grazing nearby.

My Dreams are about the 98% of the world that is outside of my island home, and the adventures that it holds.

Please don't anyone say buy a plane ticket. Like I said unless you live in Australia you cannot fully understand how far away the rest of the world can feel. Plane tickets from one side of the country to the other cost as much as a ticket to our nearest neighbour New Zealand. I try not to think about the fact that my UK friends can get a plane ticket to Europe for less than it costs me to buy a domestic ticket to my nearest capital city.

That is why I dream.

I will admit though I have been supremely lucky. I have gotten out of Dodge a few times. Summer Camp followed by Disneyland in 2003 in the USA. New Zealand in 2004 and 2006. The United Kingdom in 2007 and again in 2014 and 2019. And Paris in 2014.

The problem though: Once you've had a taste you want more!

There was a lot of talk between my Husband and I in 2016 of moving to Ireland but we bought an apartment instead. That, though, is a story for another day.

Of course there are other dreams that include being whisked away to a Fae realm by a tall handsome Fae king to help save his lands from a cruel power hungry Witch.

Or the one where the animals start talking to me and tell me to sit and chill because they really want to dust my bookshelf and bake me a cake. I like that dream, I think on it daily.

Tell me some of your dreams. Are they easily accomplished or are they on the level of running in to George Clooney in the grocery store and having him fall madly in love with you?

Baby Skye at Cape Reinga, New Zealand, 2006