The other day I was talking to a woman who said this to me at the end of our conversation: "Well, I hope all your dreams come true."
I was like (thinking in my head), "Uh, wow, thanks. But you really need to stop and re-think what you are hoping there."
Cause I really hope ALL my dreams don't come true, because if they did, this is what my life would be like. For starters, I would spend the majority of my life half-naked in public, usually terrified as the world carries on about its business- not really giving me a second glance- and I'm left wondering how best to hide myself. I would also have a huge wad of pink bubble gum in my mouth that would be IMPOSSIBLE to get out. I would pull at it and pull at it and it would just keep on coming. And I would be trying to talk to someone and of course they wouldn't be able to understand me. And then I would stick my whole finger in my mouth and do a sweep, but it wouldn't do any good because the gum would still be filling up the whole opening regardless of all the sweeping and pulling I did. It would just stick in there. Never to be completely removed. Then, I would spend an eternity trying to open my eyes while performing life's daily tasks. I would be walking whilst reminding myself 'open your eyes', but they would only open for a split-second and then close right up again- not really conducive to walking. And then, I would find myself at the end of the semester, facing the final, and having only attended class one time. To make matters worse, this would be the last final before graduation. And of course, I wouldn't be able to remember the combination to my locker.
What I actually said, with an awkward half-smile on my face, to the lady who had this hope for me was, "Yeah, thanks. K, bye."
Lots of moms hope all their children's dreams come true. But knowing what I know, I will be an educated and sympathetic mom and say, "I hope all my children's dreams DON'T come true. Because I know for a fact they have nightmares sometimes. And I know for a fact that middle daughter's fingers were chopped off last Thursday night (possibly early Friday morning) by a guy that looked like Underwear."
So, well-meaning lady- I know you were wishing me the best in your most innocent and unimaginative way possible, but I have to say that you should think about your hopes for others. Because maybe, just maybe, your hopes for them are not what their hopes for themselves might be.
Oh, and Cinderella, I don't really think that in all cases a dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. You're really beautiful and all, but also a little incorrect because I don't really think your heart would make some of the wishes that you dream of. Something to think about while you're feeding the chickens. Amen.