Follow Your Dreams

How often do you dream?

Me… not much, but when I do… it’s always a whole new lvl of either weird or awkward.

For example, last night.

I went to bed quite late, or quite early, depending on how you look at it. What can I say, whenever I’m involved in something creative, I lose track of time.

Anyway, as soon as I lay down, I wake up, and everything’s dark.

Oh, great, I think to myself, now I’m neither rested nor tired, but still fully immersed in the creative project, and I obviously cannot unwind.

However, the dark seems darker than usual, and I notice some noise coming from outside.

I also notice a breath of fresh air, so I’m not really sure if I’m indoors or outdoors anymore, or what the heck is going on.

Since it’s pitch black but kinda breezy, I figure I’m still asleep, so I decide to focus on the noise as that’s the only seemingly real thing around.

Before I know it, I realize I’m hearing the beats of Champagne Supernova by Oasis. What a strange choice of song by whoever’s playlist this is… but I don’t judge.

Rather, I gather my thoughts to focus further, but the more I focus, the more deafening the music becomes, so I cover my ears with my hands and close my eyes (because that’s the most logical thing one can do when they’re focusing in the middle of an obsidian nowhere), and I try to make up the meaning behind the blaring sounds.

Then suddenly – it dawns on me (pun truly intended here)!

Instinctively, I wake up, grab my phone, see it’s 4 AM, but nevertheless, I text my hair stylist “I’M COMING WITH CHAMPAGNE” and doze off…

To which she responds immediately, “OKAY, I’M GETTING DRESSED.”

In the morning, I take my phone and remember the dream through a haze.

Now, I’m not even going to question my choices of sending my hair stylist a message at 4 AM, or how my slumber-ridden mind translated I’M COMING ASAP, WE’RE GOING WITH CHAMPAGNE into I’M COMING WITH CHAMPAGNE, nor will I ponder about the close connections I keep with people in my life… and I will certainly not dwell on the reasons why on earth my hair stylist thought it was a good idea to welcome me at 4 AM just because I was bringing champagne…

I will, however, congratulate myself on the brilliant conclusion to change my hair color once again before the year-end and make it the appropriate shade of champagne.

Moral of the story: follow your dreams.

And hold your hair stylists dearly – you never know when you’re gonna need them. 🥂