#WhileIWait to Wake Up

Hey, would you look at this. Just a few days later and I am once again writing. Looks like someone figured out how to follow New Years resolutions finally…

Or I’m just bored.

Either way here’s a dream I had last night.

Have you ever read any of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books? I read the first one, bought the next two, read half of the second, saw the first movie, but that’s it. It’s a good book – the first one. You should read it. Have any kids who don’t like reading? Give it to them. They’ll come around.

Anyway, my dream, or rather the story structure/thematic mood of my dream seems to resemble the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. There was me – a kid who just wants to be cool, my friend – who’s kinda goofy, some cool kids – who are actually cool, the dog groomer – who comes over to our house to shave and save the hair off our pet lion, Beast… and then a little blond-headed kid.

Let’s see if you can guess the message my deep subconscious has for me.

So, in the dream now, I was looking for a way to get the kids in school to like me, or think I’m cool. So, I get a skateboard. I’m in a store, much like a Walmart. I try to ride the skateboard as best as I can, but I’m just not that good. The cool kids don’t make fun of me, but they don’t seem to notice either. The blond kid is riding around a bike, and even doing a couple of tricks. He seems really cool, but similarly to myself, the cool kids don’t really take notice of him. However, unsimilarly to myself, he doesn’t seem to care, or even notice. He is just having fun riding his bike. He seems happy, and then smiles when I take notice of him. But it doesn’t persuade him towards any behavior. He just keeps on being himself.

Then the dog groomer comes to collect hair from Beast the lion (and if I remember correctly, she uses the hair to make wigs for a local small time movie studio).

After I wake up from a good dream, or a dream that was very impactful, I almost always try to milk it. Sometimes that means attempting to fall asleep once again, but other times it means just laying there playing out the dream in my head, and like a room full of screenwriters trying to polish a script I make revision after revision.


Why not? It’s fun.

So the story became one of a boy who just wants to be known. He meets another boy whom people know. But it turns out, people only know what they know and don’t know anything else. The blond kid is a cool kid, but he doesn’t have a large group of friends. He doesn’t go many places. He doesn’t hang out with a lot of people.  He doesn’t have an entire school-full of children who know his name and chant it everytime he walks into the cafeteria. He’s just a kid who enjoys life, and shares his enjoyment with anyone who wishes to take part. Our main character, me, learns a valuable lesson about happiness. He learns that his goofy friend might just be all the “fans” he needs. He also gains a new friend, not because of popularity or gimmicks or toughness, but because of genuine interest in another human being, and the reciprocation of that kindness. He learns to be himself.

Which is more than I can say for non-dream me.

But, this blog as evidence, I’m working on that 😉

Diggs out.