We all have dreams in our lives. A few weeks ago I talked about my childhood dream of owning a bookstore, and how it changed into owning my own business and being an author. So today, I'm going to talk about a few of my current dreams. The big, and the small.
I'd love to have my jewelry business stable enough to support me.
I'd like to move out of my fathers house [I'm 32, but he's supporting me and I don't think he's upset. I made mistakes in the past and am working on a tough road out.]
I'd love to have a simple place to live and work.
I'd love to lose some weight.
I'd really love to be in less pain.
I'd love to have one of my stories turned into a comic book or a graphic novel.
I'd also love to have one turned into a mini-series or a movie, but those are farther down the road.
I'd dream of having my jewelry walk the red carpet at a movie premier or an awards show.
I want my jewelry to be in a movie. I want there to be a line at the end of the credits saying 'Jewelry provided by Vintage Fusion Jewels'.
And, I want to grow old with my friends and watch their kids grow up. I want to be their aunt who buys them books and teaches them how to play black jack. I want to be the person they run away from home too.
I don't think any one of these is more or less important than another, except that last one. That's the one I don't think I could live without.
What are your dreams? Leave them in the comments, I truly want to know.
Kristy C
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Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, October 2
Wednesday, August 27
The down days
Yesterday morning I woke up from a bad dream, not ready to get out of bed.
In my dream, I was just trying to get someplace. We had 4 hours to do something, I didn't live far away.
But I left an hour late, then my car moved slow. It was like a Scion car, but you drove it with a kinda... I guess, stick. It was able to turn and maneuver pretty well, but the speed was barely over 15 MPH. In other words, I was barely moving.
I don't recall why I left the car, but for some reason I did. Next thing I knew...
I was walking through houses and stores to get to the place. I was almost half way there, with 2 hours left. I stopped to take a call from the people I was on my way to meet. One was sympathetic, but the others were upset that I, the only girl in the group, was the reason they were running late. So I got up and started out again. I was very close to them, I could feel it, but I'd lost my phone.
I had to go back and find it. I remember starting out, figuring I'd get the thing done, then go get it... But I needed the stupid thing and couldn't. So back through the doors I went, out onto a different street and nothing was the same. Worse, the stores were closing and I was running out of time.
Through one set of doors I went, hoping to get back. But this one was 'closed' and they yelled at me, threatened me... I called my phone from their phone, no one answered. As I went to hang it up, I dropped and thought I'd broken the phone, but all I'd done was broken an outer shell of the phone. Putting it back together, while being yelled at by the shop worker, I woke up.
Only now, I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to start the day. Everything felt wrong and only being in bed felt right. I was tired and just wanted to curl up and hide.
I finally had to get up to help dad with something, only to go back to bed. At about 10am I got up and ate breakfast, but I was cold, had trouble sitting still and focusing and just wanted to go back to bed.
After a while, I did just that. On the pretense of working out to help my back, I laid down and up with the blankets and curled up went me.
For over an hour, I slept on and off, fidgeting and moving all over the place. As I was thinking about getting up, my mind dreamed of just that several times. Each one was a mistake as something bad happened. Finally, I decided I'd rather risk getting up than keep trying to sleep, only to dream about it.
Nothing bad happened and so, I sat down to write. Without too much work, it reached 2:30 in the afternoon and I'd done next to nothing.
The rest of my day passed slowly, as my attack finally let go. But only after I'd spent most of the time either in bed or trying to calm myself down.
Hate days like that. They leave me feeling weak and powerless.
Kristy C
In my dream, I was just trying to get someplace. We had 4 hours to do something, I didn't live far away.
But I left an hour late, then my car moved slow. It was like a Scion car, but you drove it with a kinda... I guess, stick. It was able to turn and maneuver pretty well, but the speed was barely over 15 MPH. In other words, I was barely moving.
I don't recall why I left the car, but for some reason I did. Next thing I knew...
I was walking through houses and stores to get to the place. I was almost half way there, with 2 hours left. I stopped to take a call from the people I was on my way to meet. One was sympathetic, but the others were upset that I, the only girl in the group, was the reason they were running late. So I got up and started out again. I was very close to them, I could feel it, but I'd lost my phone.
I had to go back and find it. I remember starting out, figuring I'd get the thing done, then go get it... But I needed the stupid thing and couldn't. So back through the doors I went, out onto a different street and nothing was the same. Worse, the stores were closing and I was running out of time.
Through one set of doors I went, hoping to get back. But this one was 'closed' and they yelled at me, threatened me... I called my phone from their phone, no one answered. As I went to hang it up, I dropped and thought I'd broken the phone, but all I'd done was broken an outer shell of the phone. Putting it back together, while being yelled at by the shop worker, I woke up.
Only now, I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to start the day. Everything felt wrong and only being in bed felt right. I was tired and just wanted to curl up and hide.
I finally had to get up to help dad with something, only to go back to bed. At about 10am I got up and ate breakfast, but I was cold, had trouble sitting still and focusing and just wanted to go back to bed.
After a while, I did just that. On the pretense of working out to help my back, I laid down and up with the blankets and curled up went me.
For over an hour, I slept on and off, fidgeting and moving all over the place. As I was thinking about getting up, my mind dreamed of just that several times. Each one was a mistake as something bad happened. Finally, I decided I'd rather risk getting up than keep trying to sleep, only to dream about it.
Nothing bad happened and so, I sat down to write. Without too much work, it reached 2:30 in the afternoon and I'd done next to nothing.
The rest of my day passed slowly, as my attack finally let go. But only after I'd spent most of the time either in bed or trying to calm myself down.
Hate days like that. They leave me feeling weak and powerless.
Kristy C
Friday, August 22
Things I like... Xanadu
So, I'm sure some of you have heard of the movie Xanadu. Most likely, you've heard that its a bad, terrible, horrible movie. Well, you've heard correctly. At least in part.
Xanadu isn't a great movie. They spent a lot of money on songs and special effects, and neglected to buy a plot. It however is not a terrible, horrible movie. I've seen those, and they tend to be called 'Nymphoid Barbarian in Dinosaur Hell', a film with no Nymphoids, not barbarism and no dino's. But, that's a post of another color.
No, Xanadu falls into the category of 'Cult Classing, Bad Film.' Rocky Horror and Buckaroo Banzai fall into that same genre. Movies that you'll most likely either love, or hate. There isn't really an in between with them. I'm not a fan of the former, and I have seen it. And the later is one I enjoy.
The story in Xanadu is however interesting, if you look at it away from the bad acting on some part and the overdone special effect [both of which I think actually make it a great movie.]
Start with an artist. One who wants to be something. He dreams of stepping out into the world and showing his skills and being recognized. Sadly, he seems doomed to live in a world of 'paint by numbers' as he calls it. What does he do? He takes album covers and paints them larger, so they can hang on the side of record stores.
To quote Gene Kelly's character as he hears just that, 'Sounds like you should take long lunch breaks.'
He wants more, but when he tries... Nothing comes of it and he is forced back into this dark, dank world he hates.
Until he is kissed by a women. She skates up to him, kisses him, then leaves.
No starts the film, as he searches for her and ends up joining forces with an older man to open up a night club.
Xanadu.
Through all this, we routinely break out into song and frequently do so on roller skates. Electric Light Orchestra provides almost all the music. And, its actually pretty good. I've grown to love almost every song from that movie and can easily start singing at any time.
Of course, as all good romantic comedies with music storylines go, we must lose the girl for various reason, then fight for the girl.
For me, its in the lead up to this that the movie passes on its best message.
Sonny, the young artist, says that without the girl, the dream is dead.
Danny, Gene Kelly's character, tells him different. He says that dreams don't die, we kill them. He continues by saying that if he really loves this girl, then he has to fight for her and get over his whininess.
I won't share how it ends, but its not quite the typical way. There is an amazingly HUGE skate and dance sequence that lasts a good 20 minutes, with Olivia Newton-John singing most of it.
What I will do, is tell you how this movie inspired me.
Not sure when I first saw this, but I know I was young and impressionable. But I was still me, and after one viewing on my VHS tape, I wondered 'Which muse was Kira?' She started to give a name before being kissed, and so I went to my enciclopedia and looked up the muses.
This moment was where my love of greek mythology, and mythology in general, started. I researched, checked out books, learned and enjoyed. I may not have as much knowledge on the subject as others, but I know enough to make me happy. And it sparked a love affair that's not gone away and in fact is showing up in my current WIP story.
In the scene described above with Gene Kelly, I also realized something that helped to change me. Dreams are alive, and when we give up... We kill that dream.
Some years ago, as described in another post, I had to see my dream change to become reality.
Heres how I see it. Our dreams are like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Its at our mercy, trapped in a small space. We THINK we know how it'll look when it comes out. That's the constant dreaming.
When it emerges, we see the reality of it. Here is where it can live or die once again, when we're faced with those changes.
Yes, Xanadu is a badly made movie. But to me, it was something that helped inspire and change the course of my life. I never gave up on my dreams, because Gene Kelly told me I'd kill them if I did.
Kristy C
Xanadu isn't a great movie. They spent a lot of money on songs and special effects, and neglected to buy a plot. It however is not a terrible, horrible movie. I've seen those, and they tend to be called 'Nymphoid Barbarian in Dinosaur Hell', a film with no Nymphoids, not barbarism and no dino's. But, that's a post of another color.
No, Xanadu falls into the category of 'Cult Classing, Bad Film.' Rocky Horror and Buckaroo Banzai fall into that same genre. Movies that you'll most likely either love, or hate. There isn't really an in between with them. I'm not a fan of the former, and I have seen it. And the later is one I enjoy.
The story in Xanadu is however interesting, if you look at it away from the bad acting on some part and the overdone special effect [both of which I think actually make it a great movie.]
Start with an artist. One who wants to be something. He dreams of stepping out into the world and showing his skills and being recognized. Sadly, he seems doomed to live in a world of 'paint by numbers' as he calls it. What does he do? He takes album covers and paints them larger, so they can hang on the side of record stores.
To quote Gene Kelly's character as he hears just that, 'Sounds like you should take long lunch breaks.'
He wants more, but when he tries... Nothing comes of it and he is forced back into this dark, dank world he hates.
Until he is kissed by a women. She skates up to him, kisses him, then leaves.
No starts the film, as he searches for her and ends up joining forces with an older man to open up a night club.
Xanadu.
Through all this, we routinely break out into song and frequently do so on roller skates. Electric Light Orchestra provides almost all the music. And, its actually pretty good. I've grown to love almost every song from that movie and can easily start singing at any time.
Of course, as all good romantic comedies with music storylines go, we must lose the girl for various reason, then fight for the girl.
For me, its in the lead up to this that the movie passes on its best message.
Sonny, the young artist, says that without the girl, the dream is dead.
Danny, Gene Kelly's character, tells him different. He says that dreams don't die, we kill them. He continues by saying that if he really loves this girl, then he has to fight for her and get over his whininess.
I won't share how it ends, but its not quite the typical way. There is an amazingly HUGE skate and dance sequence that lasts a good 20 minutes, with Olivia Newton-John singing most of it.
What I will do, is tell you how this movie inspired me.
Not sure when I first saw this, but I know I was young and impressionable. But I was still me, and after one viewing on my VHS tape, I wondered 'Which muse was Kira?' She started to give a name before being kissed, and so I went to my enciclopedia and looked up the muses.
This moment was where my love of greek mythology, and mythology in general, started. I researched, checked out books, learned and enjoyed. I may not have as much knowledge on the subject as others, but I know enough to make me happy. And it sparked a love affair that's not gone away and in fact is showing up in my current WIP story.
In the scene described above with Gene Kelly, I also realized something that helped to change me. Dreams are alive, and when we give up... We kill that dream.
Some years ago, as described in another post, I had to see my dream change to become reality.
Heres how I see it. Our dreams are like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Its at our mercy, trapped in a small space. We THINK we know how it'll look when it comes out. That's the constant dreaming.
When it emerges, we see the reality of it. Here is where it can live or die once again, when we're faced with those changes.
Yes, Xanadu is a badly made movie. But to me, it was something that helped inspire and change the course of my life. I never gave up on my dreams, because Gene Kelly told me I'd kill them if I did.
Kristy C
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