Childhood Dreams

I started reading The Last Lecture last night. I got through 4/5 of the book in two hours; I was absolutely engrossed. Randy Pauch wrote about all the things it's taken me this long to learn and it was really good to see them validated and reaffirmed by a guy, as terrific as he was. He also wrote about the importance of realizing your childhood dreams. As I read I found myself arriving at the conclusion that I really don't have many childhood dreams yet to realize. I've been semi-rich already and I've been on TV; space-travel has always been on my list but without money or the right connection it's still out of reach. It seems like I'm working on derivative or evolved dreams of the originals. I'm working on getting back to a comfortable spot after cratering my finances after a series of adventures and other "learning experiences", and I'm exploring the entertainment and media production industry in my own underground guerrilla approach. The financial goal feeds the other of course. If I manage to make my way out of this hole and get on the positive side I'll be able to pay for some courses. I'm thinking about some entertainment management courses to get a leg up and some more confidence on the standards. I'm pretty confident as-is; business speaks business where ever you go. The processes and terms are just barely out of reach for me at times and I like to have "sharp tools". Anyway my point is I still have goals and they are loosely based on my childhood dreams. One of Randy's childhood dreams must have struck a chord with me and it must have infiltrated my dreams last night.

My memory of the dream starts off in the area of new Rose Park (that means regular sized street widths) where I grew up. Things are a little patchy there. I think I had some tasks and conversations there but I don't remember any details. The real highlight of the whole sequence was of a home-made rocket ship. I was switching back and forth from a high-up birds-eye view of the scene to a first person view from the pilots in-cockpit perspective, to a view of a third-party speaking to the pilot. The pilot had a helmet that looked just like the old-school Apollo astronauts. During a birds-eye view, the rocket engines ignited and the ship moved with ludicrous speed to fill my view and then stopped and moved in zero-g slow motion. The ship looked just like an old Dodge Rambler station wagon. with fins and the ends of rocket engines hanging out the back. These pics were pretty close to what I saw.