Sitting in the hairdresser’s chair may not have been the first place to decide to blog but it pretty much defined the need.  The discussion eventually drifted from the length of my hair to reality verses aspirations.  Confessing that I really don’t spend a great deal of time on my hair, that I was a rather messy person, that I admittedly day dreamed had lead my hair dresser into pointing out that creativity comes from messy people.  Further psychoanalysis, as well as the need to dry my hair front to back, pinpointed that my life’s choices had been mixed together.  She speculated that they were defining my soul’s need. That the culmination of a person’s dreams point to a need to be somehow satisfied.  I speculated aloud that dreams, or ingredients, made up a big dish of mish mash – or, as I put it, a Dream Casserole.  The name sparked a laugh from my hair dresser and it stuck.

So, how can a meassy day dreaming individual move past dreaming into action?  Does a person need to dream big in order to be self actualized or does dreaming simply help with coping?   Even more mystifying, what are other people’s dreams and how does it impact their daily lives?

Day dreaming must be a way of coping with dull realities, of being in a place that  deserves to be ignored to focus on more pressing ideas, places, situations.  It is the mind waking up in its own territory to define thoughts.  And day dreams are just during the day.  Stranger still are the dreams at night.  Such as my previous night’s dream of Bob Eubanks and three women dressed in canary yellow contemplating how to get the gold thread to weave through their TV costumes for the next show.  Not certain dreams ultimately help put together life’s direction but maybe something is being said.  Perhaps limiting games shows was my mind’s advice? Not certain.  

Interpreting dreams can be nutty business.  Life can drive everyone into odd directions.  But maybe hopes and aspirations manifested in dreams are all just part of who we are and what we need to examine.  Perhaps a casserole isn’t exactly the best term to describe our dreams but perhaps it will describe our need for a good serving of our own imaginings.