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Baby, I’m a dreamer

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A line in one of my favorite Aerosmith tunes. (Baby I’m a dreamer) Don’t know why I decided to start with that thought, but I’ll go with it. For anyone who knows me it doesn’t take much for me to go off an a tangent. Actually I don’t consider myself much of a dreamer. You have to sleep to dream and I don’t do much of that. Sheer exhaustion also adds to lack of dreams.

Even when I’m awake I don’t dream that much. Oh yeah, I spend a few minutes a year after I purchase a lotto tickets for a huge drawing I’ll never win, but I do dream of what I would do with it. Don’t worry, I do that maybe 5x a year. So I’m not wasting a lot of minutes doing that. Or many dreams about it. I wonder if money would actually make it worse. Having dreams and aspirations is a great thing. It makes it special when you get there. Not having any struggle getting to the dream somehow lessons it.

Some morning vapor off the lake.
Photo by Mike Hartley

The journey you take into realizing a dream is sometimes the reward.

I dream of making the world a better place but don’t do enough to make it happen.

I dream of being healthy till I’m a ripe old age and having my better half right there beside me the whole way.

I’ve had dreams I didn’t realize how special they were. I thought the day I married my wife it was a dream come true. I had no idea what that gift was till I lived the dream and can look back on it and where we want to go. (Well we did had some rough days, mostly my fault)

Sometimes dreams are tough and hurt. I’ve always dreamt of my Dad watching me play baseball or basketball and playing with him. I usually have this one while I’m awake and at a game or playing one. Guess that is why they call them daydreams.

Sometimes a smell will make me close my eyes and have the flashback dream to a Thanksgiving dinner or my favorite meals of my youth with my Mom smiling while she cooked.

Sometimes, dreams wake me. Not very often at all, but when they do there is no going back to sleep.

I dream of the day I retire and can do my own work/hobbies. I also dream of the day I can afford that day.

Sometimes I dream about being a comedian.

I’m always dreaming about being a better father.

I dream of the day I catch the biggest fish. (I can hear my friends now saying “keep dreaming”)

I dream about being able to write something good, or carve something or photograph a series that really catches on and would allow me to continue that work.

I sometimes hear my departed pets purring or think I feel them walking up the bed to wake me and its like coming out of a dream.

There are far to many people behind the wheel of a car dreaming.

I wish I had better recollection of my dreams at night.

And by now you’re dreaming of the moment I stop rambling on.

Anyway that line “Baby I’m a dreamer” is from the song No more No more.  It’s one of the songs that I rotate listening to at the end of my work day before I leave my desk. Something to get me pumped up for the hike to the garage and NASCAR event on the way home. And like them I’m into clean air. Staying away from the pack.

But that’s another story for another day.


Random Thoughts of the Day

You know there are some days that I have posted, that I have forgotten to add random thoughts. I guess that adds to the reasons of the title of this section, they are not only random that day, they may be random when they occur or I have a chance to jot them down.

Today 4 years ago we lost a brother. Our Captain Dan. We tip our hat and glasses to you today Sir. Thank you for some great times.

After some random thoughts, you are given cause, to pause.

Author: Mike Hartley

With a lifetime and a half in the Newspaper industry I'm preparing for my retirement career as an Artist, Writer, Photographer and Video content provider. I'm a proud father of two wonderful children and I'm still married to the first girl I fell in love with and probably only one that would have me.

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