Dream Catcher

My daughter is a part of the tech revolution.  Hired by a tech company, she works in Silicon Valley and commutes to/from her tiny, but cozy & charming, hellaciously expensive, studio apartment in San Francisco, a big and often intimidating city. She has no car which means no car payment, no car insurance and licensing, and no parking costs and headaches. However, no car also means a lot of walking, a lot of public transit or Ubers, and every week day catching her tech company’s bus before the sun rises and often after the sun sets, so in a lot of darkness. It’s a commitment.

A commitment she’s happy to make in order to spend her weekends in such a vibrant city and to work her dream job for a tech company in the south bay. Worlds away – yet tied together by a bus.

Often texting me during her walk to the bus or during her bus ride, my daughter sent me this video clip:

She remembered watching this Spongebob Squarepants episode when she was a young girl, from the days when she kept her kindergarten-made dream catcher tied to her safe and cozy bed’s footboard with a piece of yarn. The cartoon came racing into her memory while she, all grown up and now making her own financial way, walked to her bus stop in the dark on the streets of downtown San Francisco at 5 AM.

We laughed and laughed at the video – what nightmares that can stir while walking city streets in the dark!

When the scary nightmares come creeping in, partially clouding the vision of living her dream, she knows that every time she’s been left on her own, I’ve told her to put her shoulders back, walk tall, know her direction, and keep on keeping on…

Dreams don’t come to life without commitments and sacrifices.  Dreams aren’t for quitters or for the fearful.

“It’s not sketchy, there’s just NO one out…like I can hear people snoring in their apartments.” – a predawn text

Dreams don’t become real while we’re sleeping. Dreams become a reality when we’re awake, actively pursuing them.

Dreams come true when tied to a dreamcatcher with a piece of yarn to a bed’s footboard. Dreams come true even when the decorated bed stands in a storage unit waiting for another dreamer to sleep on it one day — to possibly, if its blessed, hold the dreamcatcher of another child, maybe a grandchild, who likes being safe and cozy, but knows he or she has to go out into the big, scary world in order to be transported toward his or her dreams.

Now that would be the original bed owner’s (me) dream!