There are multiple kinds of dreams. One is the kind that runs between the ears while you sleep. "That night her dreams are storm-tossed like a willow." (For those of you who don't live in the Northeast or South, did you ever see a willow in a storm? The branches are very flexible. Looks like a bunch of bullwhips being cracked by a madman. Scary. Sure don't feel like love.)
Then there are daydreams. Some are idle: I dream I'll hit the lottery. Some are real goals: this blog and the companion website were my dreams back in November when I started the blog.
There may come a moment, a chip in time, when you can convert an otherwise idle daydream into action. "She's leaving home after living alone for so many years," is a phrase that Google finds 162 times. " "When leaving home is the lesser crime," gets 66 hits. Both these are about the moments when idle daydreams convert to action, when the heroine takes charge of her own destiny, steps outside her comfort zone, reaches for another life in another galaxy. I wish them luck.
And Mom, stop crying. Think about what's best for your daughter.
