Importance of Imagination

I just woke up from a really nice dream. I was visiting the home I grew up in and ended up doing mundane things like the dishes, seeing my brother and watering plants out in the back yard.

When I was a kid I was a definate Tomboy. I loved playing in the dirt, pretending to be Daniel Boone or Davy Crocket. In my dream I felt that imaginative feeling again, I can't remember when I last felt that way. In my dream I decided that the next day I was going to turn my back yard into a park. Something that my imagination of a ten year old would think to do. I was excited about it. I don't remember being excited about anything creative for a long time unless it was associated with income. I was excited about something purely fun.

In my dream, while I was washing the dishes, my dad got home. He was in his 40's, just home from work and he came up to my side and I turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was clean shaven with brown hair, not the white hair and beard he grew older with. I woke up with a feeling of adventure, not dread, and while it is about 4:30 in the morning I knew I had to write this down before the feeling left.

Once I was given a prescription to do something creative every day. Now I know that I have to do this. There are some other changes I need to make, but this is one that will be a welcome change. I have a great imagination when I can access it. So even though I am working on the house I need to remember the importance of a playful imagination. What a respite. I'm going back to bed.