Don’t @ Me…Well, Maybe

“Wishing on a sky. Wishing on a scar…day-daydream. Day-daydream.”–hook from J-Hope’s “Daydream”/Hope World hixtape/mixtape

Fact: Fish have to constantly move so they don’t “sleep”, necessarily, or “dream”; they daydream.

That’s some profound sh*t.

How?

And why?

Well, think about it.

When humans daydream, we conceptualize the things that we want to do and how exactly we want things to play out. Unlike a dream, which you can’t control, a daydream is your mind structuring your perfect world, your utopia.

Which makes you question whether or not we want our dreams to come true, or our daydreams to come true?

Well, I have been daydreaming for months now about what I would do if I won the lottery and dreaming about elementary school and clowns, so I want my daydreams to come true.

F*ck them dreams.

Dreams are really hard to achieve.

It has always been a dream of mine to go on “Fashion Police” and meet the incomparable Ms. Joan Rivers.

All I wanted was for Ms. Rivers to tell me I looked like sh*t or give me a golden hanger and two snaps in a swirl for doing the damn thing.

Sadly, that will never happen–unless time travel is possible in the next few years, and if it is, I don’t know if I want to change the the trajectory of my life by turning into something that would cause me to be one of the who’s who worthy of placing my behind in an FP guest chair.

And even though I’ve seen “Back to the Future” a million times and heard Doc–no, not my dad–warn about sharing anything from the future in the past, I would pull a Marty and warn her about visiting that doctor’s office that played a role in her untimely death.

Sigh.

As I said, dreams are hard.

They make us say I wish I could go back, or I wish I had done…or if I knew what I know now then, I would…

There are no regrets with a daydream.

It always works out.

So, cheers to applying the same ingenuity we use in crafting our daydreams to crafting a better reality.

Peace.