My grandfather built my brother and me a little brown treehouse.
We filled it with carpet samples. So it felt like a real house. For some reason, there was always yellow computer paper around the house. I’d sit in the treehouse and write.
This was before I knew the alphabet, but that was no problem. I drew triangles, circles, and squares. My friend Ruthie would come over to play and ask me what the papers said.
“Secrets,” I would reply.
Unable to read my Wingdings she would become frustrated and demand to know. I would shrug my shoulders and sit smugly, refusing to disclose the meaning of the shapes.
Dreaming can be a little bit like writing in Wingdings. No one but you needs to know what the shapes mean.
Write down your dreams and tuck the notebook in your sock drawer. Or, better yet, hide your dreams in plain sight.
My father uses a dry erase marker to draw hieroglyphics on his bathroom mirror. It’s good to see one’s dreams while brushing teeth. Or you could grab a stack of old magazines and find images that represent your secret hopes and desires. Tear them out and tack them up on your wall.
If someone asks about them, demure and say they made you feel inspired.
You owe no one an explanation.
Let yourself dream about what you want, where you’d like to go, what you’d like to see and understand, and what you’d like to say about it. Then write it down. In detail.
You never have to show it to anyone, but you must write it down.
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