Dreamin'

The Dreams I Dream
By Josh Watkins

Some call me kind, some call me nice,
Some call me crazy, some call me wild.
Some call me sweet,
And many call me Josh,
But I call myself a dreamer.
I have many dreams,
Dreams I dream from morning to dusk,
Dreams I dream in the sunlight,
And dreams that fall on me like rain,
Even dreams of dreams that pounce on me like a tiger in the grass.
My dreams are many, and they are few,
They keep me feeling fresh,
Make me feel alive.
I see sunny days, with the sun at the perfect degree,
I am driving a crimson red 2003 Corvette convertible.
My people whom I call friends are packed in the leather seats,
With the radio blaring out the finest tunes,
The beach and beyond are our only destinations.
Dreams are a reflection of the dreamers,
I dare to dream, dare to believe.
Italy, Australia, Spain, and Japan,
Countries full of rich history,
Full of great food and cultures of awe.
These are places I want to experience, want to see, taste, touch.
The world is huge, and I want to assimilate it all.
There is no place like Rome,
A city of great power.
How I long to enter the Colosseum*,
While devouring an Italian dish,
Picturing myself as a gladiator,
Daring to take challenge after challenge.
Work hard for your dreams and they may come true.
My heart is held by a dream,
That makes me shiver, makes me melt,
Like an enormous scoop of peanut butter ice cream on a hot summer day.
The particular dream is of my wedding day,
Everyone I know is there.
I am standing at the end of the isle,
Nervous and pale as a sheep on the run.
But I am happy,
For I see her coming towards me.
She is wearing a dress so beautiful, No one can take their eyes off her.
I raise her veil; we say “I do,”
And I am hers forever.
With a love so strong, so enduring, and so true.
Remember this, Dreams are for anyone, not just me,
So pull up a fresh patch of grass, a little shade, close your eyes,
and just dream.

I write about things I'm passionate about and sometimes when I don't have these things, I write about them, releasing the excitement contained with hopes of being closer to them. Like I said before these three things will appear frequently in my writings: Travel, Romance, and Dreams.

Notice how in this one I dreamed of driving in a red Corvette whereas in the work titled Summer Dreams I was driving a blue Corvette, and in On the Open Road I was driving a 1970 Chevelle SS. What exactly is my dream car. It's the Chevelle, but she wasn't my first. I grew up loving Vettes and even did a report on them in middle school. As my appreciation for cars grew, I got into classic American muscle and fell in love with the Chevelle. Dreams can change.

Before any of you poke fun at the romantic part because it mentions wedding and guys aren't supposed to dream about that stuff, notice it doesn't describe how the wedding is going to be. It just describes my (expected) feelings and my future spouse (whoever that may be). And no one can tell me that guys don't think about that sort of thing.

*I misspelled Colosseum when I first wrote this and chose not to put the misspelling in there.