Martin Luther KingI had one of those magical MLK moments last night. One of those crystal clear dream moments when every thread of my illogical thoughts caramalised into a fudge like state of total and believable reality. The kind of moment that is absolutely momentous when hatched with your head buried under a pillow. One of those moments of insight that is almost knife like in its cutting accuracy. I had a dream.

I had a dream that my hypothetical and spiritualistic dream like trance state of transformation from mere mortal to respected Author, Songwriter, Poet, Idiot had been accepted my mainstream literary agents and publishers of the world as the absolute ‘in’ genre of the twenty first century. That in place of poverty and unemployment queues, I walked on water and performed literary miracles at my book signings. I had a dream.

Not only this, but I could also part seas and restore world peace at the same time as solving global warming and discovering a cure for the common cold. Oh, and leprosy too. That I had refused an MBE from the Queen due to me being a contentious objector to British colonialism and also refusing a Nobel Prize for literature as I always believed inventing dynamite was a seriously bad idea.

The clarity of dreams is what has changed the world. So many of our great thinkers have woken in the morning with earth shatteringly great notions and had the courage and audacity to implement their far fetched dreams on the world. Without these dreamers we would never have had the yo yo, the hula hoop or longitude. Shag pile carpet, flaired jeans and pasteurisation would never have seen the light of day. We would never have heard of Alice Cooper, Boy George or Beethoven.

Yes. You must agree that the world has been bettered by dreamers. People with the courage of their dream convictions and an unyielding drive to turn their pillow thoughts into reality. That is why I ask you not to scoff at my dream. For me it is a portent of what is to come. A reality that is only a simple horizon or two away. I had a dream.

Unfortunately though.

All came crashing back to stark reality with the sound of my alarm ringing on its ninth snooze setting this afternoon. This was in addition to the distinct sound of my wife’s voice making almost audible remarks about some lazy sod she happened to know and grunting brutally between the sound of dishes being launched into the kitchen sink. My MLK moment was lost………for another day.

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4 thoughts on “I Had a Dream

  • 03/12/2009 at 6:05 am

    That's funny. I've had the same dream.

  • 03/12/2009 at 10:21 am

    Nice post. Found you through Twitter. I think I will subscribe!

  • 04/12/2009 at 5:08 am

    Coming from you that's quite a compliment!

    (Great blog, BTW.)

  • 04/12/2009 at 2:57 pm

    Thanks for your comments. Really appreciated.

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