Where dreams go



I’ve always wanted to know what happens to dreams that don’t come true. Do they haunt their owners, a wandering stream of “if-onlys” floating in the back of their head? Are they flight proned, clogging the emptiness of space? Or do they simply stop to exist as soon as a complicated logarithm deems them unfeasible?

…And I wondered if I would find the answer if I wondered some more. That day I stopped wondering.

I volunteered to babysit my baby cousin who, at the time, was loosing his baby teeth. As soon as he felt asleep that night, I dressed up as a giant Mr. Potato Head and stood still. Hours went by, and surely a tiny tooth fairy cautiously appeared out of nowhere. You see, tooth fairies have the ability to turn invisible; they search the whole room for anything that could prove their existence. They can search for hours. Only, and I mean only, when they are sure that the area is clear do they show themselves. If they are caught, however, they can’t turn back invisible immediately. She mistook me for a giant toy, big mistake. I snuck up on her and grabbed her. I beat her to a pulse until she was willing to tell me everything. “ No, dreams that don’t come true don’t just disappear. But I don’t know where they store them, honest! She cried, I work for the moon goddess. She can tell you more.”

On the next full moon, I snuck into the city’s lab and got my hands on the multi billion dollars laser, a long time project that was nearing completion. I rotated it towards the sky and held it to the moon at gun point ( laser point). I called out to the moon goddess and demanded answers to my questions or the moon would get it. Surely she thought I was bluffing until I started the machine. Sooner than later she appeared to my eyes only, majestic in the moon-lit sky. She said “ you assaulted one of my fairies and now you’re threatening me and my prized possession. What do you want?” I told her that I just wanted to know where dreams go, those that don’t come true. “That’s all, she laughed, well we keep them in the back of the moon, on the side that’s never lit.” Apparently, only one side of the moon ever shines. She told me that for my persistence she would let me see it. She took me there.

I must say that I was disappointed when I got there. It was cold for one. But for all I thought it would be, it was nothing more than a field filled with working men and women. They all had a long wooden stick in their hands and they were beating on some small creatures. The lady of the moon told one of her workers to explain to me what they were doing. With that, she left. “ well son, these little creatures are you people’s dead dreams. Only they’re stubborn; they don’t want to believe that they’re dead. That’s why they keep surfacing back in your memories from time to time. So our job…well, our job is to kill them.” I was shocked, so I asked him, “ wouldn’t it be better,then, for us to stop dreaming”. He looked at me as if I were stupid. “ Hell nah, kid. Then I wouldn’t have a freaking job. I got kids to raise, and a family to feed” He turned his back, and took out his frustration on one of the small creatures.

So for you dreamers out there; those who, like me, ask “what if…” or wonder “ If only…” or think “One day…” I tell you to keep dreaming, keep living in your parallel universe; if not just for the sake of dreaming, then remember that by dreaming you are somehow helping to feed children who live on the unlit side of the moon.

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3 Comments »

  1. Maureen Olafsen Said:

    ha, ha….I have to chuckle because I took a picture and I was going to call it *See you on the Dark Side of the Moon* You will see why when I put it in Red Bubble….oh, that’s funny….try and guess what it is….I’ll tell you later if you ask.

    Liked your piece here….very imaginative….so that’s what happens to all those dreams gone bad is it….I’ll have to remember that:))

    • blue3rain Said:

      ha ha yupp 🙂

  2. Suzy Said:

    Oh wow this was emotive I have to say. Loved it. Having to write down all I’ve read/stroke need to read because I want to read it all 🙂


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