A Dream Story

As I sit to write it down, the word 'dream', it excites me -- how near it is to drum, and how totally dynamic as one, yet, the drumbeat compelling enough to break the dream. So, C, the daughter of mine has lately exhibited an irrational charge of energy, almost destructive in nature, including breaking cups and mixing salt and sugar, chewing pen tops and destroying remote-buttons. Damned be that holy vacation which permits her to turn into a trauma. Last night, she asked me, 'What do you want to dream, Momie?' How could I possibly convince her, that I could not wish or decide on one? So we reconciled that we will share a story of a dream tomorrow; which is today, and I am afraid I do not have a plot. All I can think of, is a dream I always had: to be a drummer.

Drum and Stick were separated at birth, by their Momie -- who had a faint heartbeat. This folly made it difficult for them to function. Everywhere they went, without each other, everyone asked about the other. On their own, they thought, without knowing it was the same thought, "Why on earth would I need someone else?" 

One day, it so happened that their Momie (the one with a weak heartbeat), was visited by a Dream. Now, dreams, as you know, can be devastatingly terrifying, or terribly beautiful. They can be interesting to say the least, and very, very motivating. The only thing was, a Dream is never premeditated. At the most, that is a Day-Dream. Anyway, so, Dream visited Momie and showed her an utmost breathtaking spectacle. It was a probable coming together of her lost children, Drum and Stick, who were performing a song which remedied her heart with their joint beats. Next morning, Momie wished for Day-Dream to visit her. She wished to see her children together. What if the Dream came true? She called upon the magic of Miss Melody and gifted her especially to find out and about Drum and Stick. 

Miss Melody, magical that she was, and content with the Invisible Cake that Momie made her, found out Drum and Stick. She plotted with Mr Rhythm to tie them, when located. As was understood, while Drum and Stick were thinking their same thought, without knowing it was the same thought, "Why on earth would I need someone else?", Drum was dumb-founded by Miss Melody, and Stick was glued to Mr Rhythm. No scheme was required to tie the appropriate knots. They were meant for each other, and together.

Momie was the happiest. She could play with Drum and Stick with Rhythm and Melody and the Beats they yielded were enough to scare her weak heartbeat out of her life, once and for all. It was, as they say, like it happens in a Dream. Their Momie is a rockstar, and gives sweet-kissies to Drum and Stick, each night, secretly praying for a Dream to visit them! But Dream has to decide to visit you, and you have to befriend Day-Dream to chase Dream, for it to come true. 

I hope this story satisfies C. Momie and daughter have decided to enroll together for drum classes, and while it is quite fascinating for her, it is, well, rather embarrassing for me. Either to be fall short of her pick-up, or, to outperform her. Oh! the dilemma of a duty. If only it could be like in dreams -- where I am already a drummer, and my drum sticks c/would not be chewed by C!