Building Dreams

For someone who experienced the death of a multitude of dreams, the antidote to waking and walking through life feeling lost and aimless is to construct new dreams. This process of constructing new dreams is the discovery of familiar, much cherished ones that has been forgotten. A long time back, perhaps when this writer was still in her sweet sixteen, she dreamed of a life of cob cottages amongst serene woods or meadows. Very fairy tale like indeed. Silly it may sound coming from an urban city dweller, this dream stubborn persisted in my imaginations. In tiny Singapore, having your own land to build a cob cottage is insanely out of reach. There won't be the resources or the land or builders within your reach. But I'll like to keep my dream. Call me a dreamer.

These days she told herself, if she got a apartment in this urban concrete jungle, could she at least install solar panels and have a rainwater collection point?

Dreams of cob cottages brings to mind the concept of man's harmonious living with nature which reminds me very much of Bill Bryson's A Walk in the Woods. It also brings to mind images of explorers climbing the world tallest tree or visiting thousands year old trees. Would I have the fortune to experience these with the people I love? I wonder how old would I be before I could even bring my parents to the one and only Ice Hotel in the world.

Dreams dreams dream.. most of these seem really quite far fetched and fantasy like, still, I'll like to hold on to them.

Today, I dreamed of tasting the Bamboo rice I ate when I was in Yunnan China. Perhaps when my exams are over, I could figure out if it's possible to make it myself. Then at least, I have a dream that's within my reach.