Do you dream?

I long to sing. Stand up in front of an audience and stun them with a beautiful voice. Alas, it is a dream. Instead I swept my parents house that is tucked into the back of an apple farm. Singing lessons were beyond us. So I hummed under my breath as I worked.

I dive under the water. Hear the dull thud of waves crashing over head. I grip my surfboard tightly as the current pushes me above the surface and I take a sweet breath of air. I turn to face the shore and prepare myself to stand. The next set of waves are coming.  

The streets are made of cobblestone poorly put together. If I don't watch my feet I'll fall. The cops chasing me would love that. I slip between the crowds of Amsterdam and disappear from their sight. I'm tucked in my thief hole by the time they give up the chase. My peers congratulate me for an escape.

I sweep my hand across a marble coffee table. See the reflection of brown eyes stare back before I look away. A waitress brings my coffee to me and I flash her a smile. Her cheeks redden. Embarrassed I think, but she runs away before I could say anything. My hands flutter over my book on the table before I stand to leave. My exit is quiet but I still feel her eyes following me.

I dance in the middle of thunderstorm. I can hear my partner calling my name but I ignore him. I can hear the world laughing as the clouds rumble. The sky lights up in a show I swear is meant for me. My partners hands are digging into my arms and I smile at him. I can hear him swear and mumble his words, but they are nothing compared to the storm. What is an asylum darling? 

I'm climbing the Rockies. Feel the stone rumble to me as I climb. Hear the trees whisper and know that there has always been something more. I'm by myself, but I've a pack of supplies tightly strapped to my back. A can of bear spray attached to my hip and a lifetime of adventure awaits me. 

The Northern Lights flash overhead in a emerald green and I wonder if I'm truly on Earth. I can hear a pack of wolves celebrating the hunt far away and I fall asleep to their soothing sounds. When I wake up, it's to the sight of a polar bear five feet away.  We stare at each other, and I wish for something I don't remember. The bear wanders away and I breath a sigh of relief. My village will be glad I am alive. 

I'm sitting on a plane, tucked up against the window. My eyes are glued to the countless tiny dots I can see us flying over. My gaze never looks away even when we're surrounded by clouds or the ocean rises up to meet the planes belly. I briefly wonder why the world isn't covered in ice before an attendant pulls my thoughts away. 

Orange use to be one of my favourite colours. But being surrounded day in and day out is slowly killing the joy the colour would bring me. My hands are glued to a keyboard and I wonder if my fingers really would bleed if I used a different method to share my thoughts. Perhaps those three wise men I knew were right and only my heart would bleed.