I can feel the cool breeze. I can smell the bloomed flowers. View of sceneries I have never seen. I can guess I’m in the right place, finally the Village.
I’m walking through the gravel road while wondering about what’ll be my next novel. As I walking through, strange ideas keep coming one after another,
“Should be fun and adventurous like Ramona & Beezus?”
“Should be interesting like Matthew McConaughey: Killer Joe?”
“Should be about friendly love like Friends with Benefits?” I guess not, something different?
“Dreams” suddenly came to my mind as I look at the blue endless sky. Everyone can have dreams? What if there is someone without a dream? What he or she would feel like? Is there anyone? Where?
While talking to my self I have walked about 1/2 mile. I can hear loud noises. Coming from left side of the road. Cheering? Screaming? Laughing? Crying? I can’t see.
Playing children, will I join them? Will they like me?
I stoped worrying for a moment and asked them “can I join you”. “Sure” they said while smiling. We played about a hour, I can see a child sitting on a tree branch alone, not far from where we were playing.
I slowly walked to him and asked “Why don’t you join with them?” I didn’t get an answer right away. He looked very pale and surprised. “It’s okay, don’t be afraid” I said, because I thought he might have a illness or some sort of problem. After few minutes of silence he answered, “They don’t like to play with me”. “Why? Is there a special reason?” I asked because I was concerned. “I think it’s because I’m an orphan” he said with a sorrowful face. I started to thinking about it. “Why? Orphan?”, “How can I know his feelings?”, It looks like bit more complicated than I can imagine. I slowly climbed the tree and sat next to him. I need to talk with him, but I’m concerned I might make him to feel worse, “If you’re not playing, how do you spend time alone?” I finally asked. He looked at my face, and started to think, “I’m dreaming” he said with a smile. “Dreaming? About what?” I asked because I was curious. “It’s a secret” he said after few minutes. “It’s fun, isn’t it? Dreaming?” I said because I felt bit disappointed. “Yes, I can dream about anything I want” while he speaks his smile gets brighter and brighter.
This kid is interesting but I’m a bit late, I need to find a place to stay tonight. “I have to go now kid lets meet again some time” I said while getting down the tree. “I will be here everyday, sir” said the child. “Keep dreaming” I said as I turned in to the road. “Don’t you want to know what is my dream?” Child said while climbing to the closest branch to me. “What is it? I’ll keep your secret” my curiosity grew even more. “My dream is to be like Martin Luther King” Child said with a low voice. “That’s magnificent, so you want to be a leader of protecting civil rights?” I asked because I was impressed by this little fellow. “No” he said as I reach back to the gravel road. “No? Then why do you want be like Martin Luther King?” I asked. Child brightly smiled at me and said “So I can say to the world that I also have a Dream”