I Continue to Dream

I mentioned this before, I dream a lot. Daydream to be specific. Sometimes, whenever I am bored with what I am saying, I would daydream in mid-sentence. Yes, I would utter something boring while simultaneously dreaming about beautiful things in my head. I have no idea how I do this, but I caught myself doing this more than a handful of times. However, though I dream a lot, I can never put them into words.

In my dream, everything seems to make sense. Yet, when I try to describe my daydream to others or when I try to write it down, it just sound so incoherent and fragmented. They sound so crazy. No, I sound so crazy. Scattered-brain. But what I learn from my dream is that writing is hard. It requires focus and discipline. What differentiate a dreamer and a writer  is that a dreamer has multitude of visions, and a writer harmonizes these visions.

I admire writers. I should learn from them. I should learn to organize my all-over-the-place dreams into chapters and turn it into a fiction novel, or even a short fiction. I shall be more focus. But, is that a bluebird I hear chirping in head? Singing to the multicolored butterfly? I love butterfly. And rainbow. Especially rainbow.

Oh well... I continue to dream.