When I was a young and innocent teen, he was my harmless (ie: safe) celebrity crush. Safe because he was from another time period.
But why has he reappeared in my dream-scape? Maybe it's simply the ideal I see in him as a man. In all I've read over the years, he is kind, a good listener, funny, and fair-minded.
When watching the movies, you see the pure soul within him when he plays music.
Funny, wistful...yet had a tough life as a child. Worked hard, not much school; although, back then, many people didn't complete school. Family is the all important dynamic; the brothers became successful together, as a team.
These are all ideal qualities. Perhaps no one can really compare.
Yet, I'm surprised by the few dreams of the last week~~time machine dreams. I'm a temporary visitor to the past, with only a few days time. Yet, I have to act as though I belong within that time, which is oddly familiar, yet difficult.
The dreams leave my soul feeling stirred, unsettled by hiding in fantasy. Should I be concerned?
After some consideration, no, not really. I should allow myself the pleasure of fantasy. Let myself lighten up. Enjoy life a bit. Fantasy can add a spark to life that we would otherwise forget if we were left to our own devices.
