Where Did My Dreams Go?

Dreams. No, not the sleep kind.

I mean the kind of dream that result in my mate Mark going on a skydive on his 40th birthday.

I’m sat here with a book. It’s one of those how to change your life for the better malarkeys.

And it tells me that I need to write down my dreams, to imagine I can’t fail, and then write down what I’d have, or what I’d be doing in twelve months time.

Exciting huh!!!!

Well, actually no. It’s scary. Because I’m looking at the damn thing and I’m drawing a blank.

Okay I want to keep gigging and I want to record more music, but I don’t need to dream to make that happen. That’ll happen anyhow just by me being me.

But if I have time on my hands to do whatever I want, to fulfill all of my dreams, or to have whatever I want, what would that be?

Answer? Dunno. Picture me with my hands in my pockets and my shoulders mid shrug.

Is this common I wonder? Does everyone else reading this book start scribbling enthusiastically with a list so long that it needs a toilet roll to fit it all on? Or has everyone else lost the power to dream personal dreams too?

Well I think I need some help, and who better to help me than you.

I want some dream suggestions. You can nick em from the internet if you like. I don’t mind.

I’ll start the ball rolling with these that I nicked from a search on Google. But then it’s your turn, right?

# Attend at least one major sporting event. (Already done. Istanbul among many).

# Throw a huge party and invite every one of your friends. (hmmm both of them??)

# Swim with a dolphin.

# Skydive. (no chance!)

# Have your portrait painted.

# Learn to speak a foreign language and make sure you use it. (Moi?)

# Go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France. (Last time I partially disrobed in the South of France a policeman – yes a bloody policeman – ordered me to put my shirt back on).

# Watch the launch of the space shuttle. (Meh).

# Spend a whole day eating junk food without feeling guilty. (That’s called a weekday).

# Be an extra in a film.

# Tell someone the story of your life, sparing no details. (Surely not. That’s bordering on abuse!)

# Make love on a forest floor. (Eeek what about the crawlies!!)

# Make love on a train.

# Learn to rollerblade. (Ha! Maybe!! That might be hilarious).

# Own a room with a view. (A womb with a what?)

# Brew your own beer.

# Learn how to take a compliment. (Then teach the Woolly how to as well hehe).

# Buy a round-the-world air ticket and a rucksack, and run away. (Tempting!!!!!)

# Grow a beard and leave it for at least a month. (It’d take me six months to grow the beard).

# Give your mother a dozen red roses and tell her you love her. (Aww I do too).

# Be a member of the audience in a TV show.

# Put your name down to be a passenger on the first tourist shuttle to the moon.

# Send a message in a bottle.

# Ride a camel into the desert.

# Get to know your neighbors.



  1. Sharon - October 23, 2009 @ 9:02 pm

    I want to ride in a hot air balloon. I definitely want to go pack up an travel to Africa Vietnam china India Peru and Russia. I want to sing live in front of an audience without throwing up. I want to feed a lion in it’s natural habitat. I want to photograph a sunset in southafrica. I want to put on one photo exhibition that makes people think.

    Oh an learn to take compliments :o)

  2. Alun - October 23, 2009 @ 9:28 pm

    If you go to the lions natural habitat then you’ll no doubt feed it. Only problem is that it’ll probably be feeding on you!

  3. John - April 28, 2010 @ 7:33 pm

    Dude, I have no clue how to help you, as I have none to help myself. I think we’re both coming to a point where we realize that the world is nothing more than a water covered orb flying through space. The world doesn’t know about or care about our petty dreams. The other people in the world don’t care. In fact, most of them see you achiving your dreams as somehow getting in the way of theirs. Ever heard someone say, “I hate that guy,” when they see them driving their Bentley down the road? I have. In the end, none of this crap matters to anyone but ourselves, and if we can’t imagine it getting any better, then that will be our experience. Sadly, like you, I’m exhausted and just want to go to sleep for about a year.

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