Many times I have been asked by the curious about my dreams. "Are they in color?" "When you dream, do you see?"

I do dream. The ones of recent memory have not been in color. However, I suppose that those that I had before age seventeen were in color since I was able to see colors then. In my dreams, I have always been blind, but I have driven a car, flown an airplane, and chased criminals without assistance. In other words, blindness has not been a restriction on my dream activities.

Psychiatrists evaluate sound mental status, in part, by one's orientation to time, place, and person. However, these are antagonists of my dreams. When I dream, the past, present, and future merge to defy the conscious state of time. In a dream I could be living in a house in Saginaw, Michigan, and in no time at all I and the house are in Sedona, Arizona.

And how was it that I, a blind African-American, was elected President of the United States? Oh, it was a dream. Dreams defy the constraints and conformities of the conscious mind.

I do not have to wait until an hour of despair to dream any more than I must wait until night. I can dream during the brightness of the day.

I need only to find myself time and a place when and where neither time nor place matters to me. I can push aside the day's concerns and allow my imagination to roam. I can picture myself walking in the realm of possibilities. In a world where "cannot" is not allowed. I can envision what it is that I want. I can create in my mind the path that leads me directly to what I see.

As I find myself moving back into my conscious surroundings, I should prepare to record my dream. If I do not, it will get lost and forgotten in the limitations of human nature.

My dreams are for nought if they are just remembered. Along with wishing that they come true, I must live to make them reality. I have to put them into action.

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Reflect also on: IMAGINATION, POSSIBILITIES, QUIETUDE.