Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams – Mark II, Mod VI

Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

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Look at it up there.

That’s today’s “Daily Prompt”

It seems to be taunting me.  I already responded to it with a short conversation about realizing your dreams and leveraging your accomplishments as you move forward.  I like that piece and I stand behind it. But, as I was driving this morning it occurred to me that I maybe, just maybe mind you, I maybe might have cheated the prompt.

I thought about it, thought about it some more, and thought about it a little bit more.  The prompt seems to beg for fantasy and the surreal.  Perhaps, I need a do-over. Perhaps the prompt needs further exploration.  Perhaps I should write about an actual, vivid dream.  Perhaps I should write about the time I dreamed of Desperados Under the Eaves…

Desperados Under the Eaves is a song written by Warren Zevon and it is his genius that inspired the dream.

In the dream, I am walking on a city street, typical inner city landscape.  The light makes me think it is dawn.  The street is lined with storefronts. The homeless sleeping in doorways.  The sidewalks are cracked and littered with trash blowing between  telephone poles and the newspaper racks on the curb.  There are no cars. There is no traffic.

A dollar bill lying on the pavement draws my attention and I stoop to retrieve it.  When I straighten back up there is a building in front of me that had not been there before.  A polished brass plaque next to the entry says “Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel”.

I recognize the name so I go inside.  The lobby is huge, and beginning to show signs of neglect. Borderline “seedy”. It’s decorated in art deco style; lots of brass geometric patterns and a palette of muted earth tones accented by hues of cream.   I stop just inside the entry and sit on a tufted settee.  I can hear the hum of the air conditioning.

Perhaps, I do need a do-over. Perhaps the prompt does need further exploration.  Perhaps I should write about the Desperados Under the Eaves.

Nah – that would just be silly.  You can’t write two posts for the same daily prompt.  That would be against the rules. Wouldn’t it?

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Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

 What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

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“Go on” I told her.  “This is what you’ve been dreaming about, now’s your time. Seize your dream.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?  You worked so hard for this.  You earned it.”

“If I do this now, I’ll have accomplished my dream.  Then what do I have?  I need to have aspirations and goals. I haven’t planned beyond this.”

“There’s plenty of time to make new goals.  You don’t have to see them right now but, you need to live this moment.  Live it now.  Bask in the glow of a ‘job-well-done’ for awhile.  Then consider how to apply this achievement towards the realization of your next dream.”

“You’re right,” she said.  She stood and headed for the dais.  She was beaming.

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