Have you ever had a dream? I don’t mean one of those night-sweat-inducing versions of Technicolor that sometimes occurs in the subconscious, but an actual, bonafide dream, something you wanted to see happen more than just about anything else in life?
My life is littered with shattered dreams, with unfinished dreams, with never-started-dreams. I had to be forty to go after an actual dream, and I still sometimes wonder whether I have the mettle to see it through to the end. We have people who interpret sleepytime dreams in abundance. Where’s the person who actually tells you what your living, breathing dream means? How to muddle through another conversation about your dream, when you really just want the person to hug you and tell you they believe in you? How to rise above so many incidents that could only occur in the altered universe of dreams, but they happened TO you, blasting through a conversation or blinking at the end of the cursor on a silent screen?
And so, when all else fails me, I turn to Queen.
A Kind of Magic is, for me, an anthem for my living dream. I’ve played it twenty times at the end of a frustrating lunch, blared it until my ears rang while reading another rejection, tapped my foot along with Freddie as my eyes ran with lonely tears, and toasted every minor success with it gyrating in the background. When people fail me, when circumstances threaten to crush me, when I want to curl in a corner and whisper “I give up,” a simple piece of music always sets my dream aright.
Until the next time.
Do you have a song that pushes you to believe in your dreams?
I hope you do. 2017 has been a hellscape of a year. The kind that kicks you when you are already down. Let’s play the music and march into 2018 determined to keep fighting for our dreams. They are, after all, a kind of magic.