Dream Pedlary-what’s your dream

Dream Pedlary

IF there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life’s fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?

Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1837-1895

How many of us talk of our dreams for the future, and how many of us use such dreams as  a lighthouse beacon to guide us on our way?

I suspect that most of us do, yet at times I wonder whether we are setting ourselves continuing disappointment, or, rather carelessly playing with fire.

Look at the excerpt from Dream Pedlary which begins this blog. Lyrical, poetic,and full of intense longing. he yearns peace and quiet, and end to his loneliness and to be reunited with his  long lost son, yet what fate befell him. Suicide at the age of 45, yet through this poem has he not left a message for us all. Our hopes, fears, and dreams travel with us as we walk forwards. We value them more than gold itself, and, if achieved, the results can be wonderful, but can they not also be dangerous,  and be no more tantalising mirage drawing bus further into the desert sands?

This may sound harsh and deflating but what of one of the greatest modern dreams of  them all. It’s the year 1963, the location, Washington, and the speaker Martin Luther King. What a speech, and what a rallying call for racial equality, multiculturalism, liberty, freedom, and an end to injustice, yet has the dream been fulfilled. Some say yes, some say know, and others raise a question of degrees, but, to quote Clarence Jones in the November edition of the Guardian

“We can safely, if sadly, say that we have not fully achieved the Dream.”

Maybe though we are looking at such dreams through the wrong end of the telescope. What if we were to look at them as aspirational markers, or purely as signposts to guide us on our lifelong journey to come? What if our dream partner was just a reflection of someone to love, and to be loved and cared for, our dream job our hopes for a job where we didn’t want our boss, and half of the workforce and customers to die. Wouldn’t we be happier if such a thing were to happen, and wouldn’t we achieve  a far greater degree of inner peace of mind.

The rule is, jam tomorrow, jam yesterday, but never jam today

Says the queen to Alice in Alice in wonderland, but we still like jam, and we still keep on dipping into the jar

We are a curious and paradoxical species though, and maybe. as the poet says, we will never stop, or ever should stop dreaming. My dream, in death, is to silently travel through the universe as a disembodied mind. My dream, in life, is even simpler, and that is to be with my two cats and to rest in the arms of my partner

As such I am lucky, for in part. I am, for a few hours of each day, living the dream.

What about you?  Can you dream-and not make your dream master, or is your dream always elusive so as never to walk by your side, What’s your dream folks; anybody got any views?


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