I can lucid dream. And it scares me sometimes. I control my dreams, but there is one dream I cannot stop, change even. I realised one day that I was dreaming about something that had already happened, a flashback. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Never did I think my dream could become a reality. In this dream, there’s a girl standing in front of the mirror.
She believes what everyone assumes about her. Smart, nerd, music freak.
One day she changed her opinion. This girl realised you can let society think what they want, but you do get a choice about how you feel and think about yourself.
She walked out of the bathroom, away from the mirror and laid down on her bed, pulling at strands of her hair. She turned on the radio and listened to the sweet sounds of Ron Pope. The girl had under-appreciated herself for so long, she didn’t know how to start.
She started by instead of thinking, ‘people won’t like me’, she thought ‘there are people that will like you’.
The girl felt she had to prove herself, show people she was different to everyone else, that she could stand out. So she picked up a microphone and shared her voice with the world and instead of being at the back of the choir, she moved to the front. As the piano played with her, her voice filled the room and all jaws dropped. All except one.
The school principal. She had tears in her eyes, and a huge grin across her face.
She stared at the girl in disbelief and told her,
“I knew you were special.”
Since that day, life has changed dramatically. The principal passed away, the girl mourned, but continued singing.
The girl graduated that school, and went to secondary, to spread her gift there. She’s performing soon.
The principal changed her life, with five simple words, and encouraged her to continue. At this performance, she spoke simple words under her breath before she sang.
She said, “to a wonderful woman, I always knew you were special.”
In a few years from now, she’s auditioning for a television show devoted to making great singers properly known to the public as musicians. The principal always appears in her thoughts, her words stuck to her like a tattoo.
When this dream ended, I couldn’t help but think back to when it actually happened. I then realised that the girl, was in fact me. The girl who was once a euphoric, rhapsodic eight year old child. Today the girl is a dream chaser. I realised why I used to think that people thought badly about me all the time. All along, I just needed someone to realise that I could be something special if I wanted to.
I just needed someone to believe in me.
And I can’t thank that beautiful woman enough, simply for believing.
