My Dreams

I love dreams, well good ones, but the old dreams don't fit me anymore. I still have night terrors that I could live without, but my waking dreams have changed.

I no longer dream of Prince Charming riding up on a white horse, to wake me with his enchanted kiss and carry me away. Now I know that no matter how charming he is, eventually we will both discover things about each other that are not quite so enchanting and being carried away might put me someplace where I could get lost and not be able to find myself.

Now I dream of writing my own story where I discover people who want to walk side by side with me, enjoying the world and all of the amazing beauty that surrounds us. Perhaps it will be hand in hand, or perhaps it will not, but our conversations will be from the depths of our hearts with no need to hide, or fear for this person who is really me.

I may still enjoy riding around in my automobile ("with no particular place to go,") but I prefer live music, no matter how it sounds.

I want intimacy. I want to get to know the person I am with. I want to share our stories, both big and small and I want us both to enjoy what really is, not what could be, or should be, or anything else that might limit, or define our relationship.

I'm not good with boundaries, I know that now, so the people around me have to be as safe and free as I am.

If we can find a way to play together, so much the better. Life is short and at my age I want to enjoy it.

These are my dreams. What are yours?