I’m the best at dreaming. It seems that since my childhood the only thing I’ve been doing all my life was dreaming. I was dreaming at night, before going to bed, during breakfast, at school, during breaks, on my way home, and even during dinner, I could freeze dipping into some kind of new and interesting dream. My dreams were daring. Oooh in those dreams I tried on a lot of roles. I was a captain of the great sailboat and a  director of a plant, a biker and a diver, a driver of a huge truck and even a ballerina.

So, in those days, I didn’t know that even chubby women could be ballerinas, so my dream of a teenage fat girl was extremely daring. My dreams were my salvation and the powerful force that pushed me into actions. For example, after reading Nestaiko, I also dreamed of becoming such a writer that can collect ordinary words together in a very funny manner. And it was this dream that gave birth to the idea of getting a notebook in which I wrote out all the funny words I heard. In that notebook, I learned to create funny “shape-shifters” even from the usual words. I haven’t become Nestaiko, but this notebook is still at my mom’s place and I don’t stop dreaming now.

Mum and dad, all the time were laughing at this constant state of dreaming, one relative even offered to send me somewhere where they would wean me from dreaming. Cause you see, all children are like normal children, and this one… in the morning she said that she would be an archaeologist and find a forgotten and lost civilization somewhere around Pylypovychy village, in the evening she already says that she will be a tractor operator and plow the field at dawn. Well, where have you seen children that allow themselves such things?

It’s good that in those days of constant children’s restrictions, parents didn’t deprive me of the right to dream. Though it brought constant losses. Once I was dreaming that I would become a pilot, and like Emilia Eckhart, I would fly through the clouds, the continents, and oceans, and the entire world would spread before my eyes. So in that dream, I somehow dreamed away my backpack with the textbooks. And in the evening, my dad scolds me, and says, “Well, what did you do, how could you lose it?” And I reply, “I was dreaming,” and he “Well, what were you dreaming about so that you left the school with a backpack, and brought home your empty hands?” and I say, “About the sky.”

Sometimes I infected my dad with my dreams, and then we sat down and dreamed aloud about traveling to distant worlds, about unwritten books, and incredible spy adventures. Our dreams didn’t have edges and borders. Sometimes they turned into an idea. And now, when I sit down to write down some notes, a column, an article, and when I was working on news, I always remembered how my dad and I got in our dreams to journalism, and I said that girls with such an appearance as mine and from such a small village don’t become journalists. Back then my dad convinced me that the girls from small villages, and towns, and with different appearance changed and can change the world, for this you only need stubbornness and courage. Over the years, when it was difficult to break through the obstacles, I recalled various girls from small villages and towns that changed this world and I went further.

My dreams have taught me not to be afraid of changes. After all, there are always some variants. When the ground falls down under your feet, you can take off. Somehow it works exactly this way. For a dreamer, failure brings new ideas and new opportunities.

When on my birthday they wish “let all of your dreams come true,” I always laugh. For, if suddenly all my dreams come true you won’t recognize this world.

Today one of the most favorite entertainments for my child is a game that’s called “what if…” So now we are dreaming together. And now it is she who after discussing a dream about a trip to the most southern South American Cape Horn, asks, “What do we need to get there?” And I’m so happy that today’s children have such a small distance between a dream and an idea. Sow dreams in nowadays toddlers. Let them dream of distant worlds, new stars, unrealistic speeds, fantastic machines. Let them be whoever they want in their dreams. Then, maybe one out of ten will get to the realization of dreams and ideas about the new worlds. Dreamers change the world. Dreamers turn impossible into reality. Dreamers will discover the future where pragmatists will live. So when a child draws a purple cat, don’t rush to say that everything is wrong. In dreams, it may be even much more different…

Tatusya Bo

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