Bridgers Class

[williamdlongworth]

I would like to see us all as instruments, marching in a common band (from a distance, of course), playing songs of hope, playing songs of love, they're the songs of every man.

As long as I'm Imagine-ing, what are some of the things we dream about?
What do you want to do, where do you want to go, what do you want to accomplish?

Besides just being fun to talk about, these ideas might be prompts for things to pray over for each other.

~Bill

[williamdlongworth]

One of my dreams is to someday live in a dome-house. Not like the ugly thing on Mt. Tabor Rd!

I even thought about retiring on a houseboat, and tried to incorporate the two house ideas. Imagine a giant house-sized golf ball floating downriver all over the country. I would even paint it white and write Titleist on it.

~Bill

[jennsing]

Woa. This sounds waaaaaay to much like a Direct Sales Company's attempt to recruit you for sake of money and material possessions. (And I don't just mean Avon.) I hate that part. That's one of the reasons I don't plan to advance in that area of my business. Anyway...

At the moment, what I think would be cool is going to cosmetology school, then image school (yes I think they have those), and then opening up a complete makeover business - image, color, hair, etc. consulting. That dream may fade within a matter of months though. Many of mine do. However, I REALLY don't want to work for anyone else ever again. Of course, that could change too. But you'll see that most of my dreams (as far as careers go anyway) fall under the category of "self employment" -- or maybe just exaggerated hobbies.

One of my dreams has been to be a speaker -- like those you see at conferences who have books and CDs to sell and they talk to lots and lots of people about good stuff. I decided in DC '94 (big youth conference) that it looked like fun and perhaps I'd like to do that someday.
It's been a dream of mine since I was a kid (like 3rd grade or before) to write a book. I started a few in middle school, but got bored with the plots and quit.

Of course, I've also always wanted to do a record...uh...CD. I wrote songs in high school and still do each February. Don't tell anyone, but I do a bit of singing on the side. ;-) So that's another one.

I've wanted to live near a lake, so the golf ball on the river works for me too. Dome houses rock! Maybe we could have a dome house and a house boat instead of the golf ball....

For giggles, I'd like to share a former dream of mine (actually, it's kinda a mix of what I wanted to do, what my mom wanted me to do, and something that seemed practical...)
I was going to move to Eastern Kentucky and be a pharmacist - cause they make good money out there I hear, I'd have my own auto mechanic shop, and I'd write on the side. Ha ha.

So there you have it.
Jennifer the singer, songwriter, speaker, author, image consultant who lives in a dome house...boat

[sjsblueeyedchef]

here are a few dreams i have given up on...being smart, being a star athlete, being rich...

i have many dreams, not all of them sync up with one another but i believe someday they will all come to fruition. the dream i have had the longest has been to travel the world. it appears now that within the next two years i will be spending a fair amount of time doing just that. i have been studying the cultures of japan since i was seven or eight, and have longed to go there ever since. i consider myself rather blessed to be able to have a job that will provide such amazing opportunities for someone such as me. i mean to say that india and japan, singapore and australia, guam and hawaii, mexico, costa rica, and guatemala, and puerto rico and canada, are just the beginning and the job pays the way, that is one reason i stuck out the uncertain times i experienced about nine months ago.

that's my one ostentatious dream, the rest of my dreams are far more mundane and simple. simple is probably the best word to sum it up; i want simple. i dream of a small comfortable house, that people can live in, i mean really live in. if mud gets tracked in, no big deal, dirt and water are a vital part of life. i want it to be inviting, if you or someone decide to stop by, or someone needs help, i want my home to welcome them. i want my lifestyle to be simple, if someone needs help or wants to talk then if i am available, i can help. i dream of a kitchen where cooking and eating and fellowship are seamless, effortless, memorable. i dream of peels of laughter ringing off the walls and the quiet but comforting presence in times of need. i dream of the porch swing facing the setting sun where i can sit and watch the sky go from blue to white to yellow to peach to red to purple to dark or where i can watch the thunderheads form and surge popping with lightning on the approaching horizon, giddy with anticipation of the raw power of the storm. you'll find me in the yard, because my life was meant to be lived outside, playing with my kids, my grandkids, the neighbors kids or whomever. or, you can find me in a hammock strung loosely between two trees, napping in the shade, or by the gurgling creek sitting wondering what i'm missing out on in the hustle if i carried on as i do now darting to and fro, but i would not really miss it. i would just be curious as to what the path would have led to, but be contented in the simple life that even now is so close, so real, i almost relax into it as i write this.

these are but two of my dreams. granted, the first is more like a goal, soon attainable, with a little work and patience and perseverence, the other will always be a work in progress, but that's just fine by me.

[foolishsj]

When I was 14, I dreamed of dating this cute blue-eyed kid named Silas. Once, we got detention together for talking during an algebra quiz. It was pretty cool.




On a more serious note... my parents bought an acre of land with an old farmhouse in rural Iowa in 1978. They paid $12,000 for it. It was October when they bought it, and the house had no heat and no running water. They spent the next 17 years working on that place -- not just the house, but the land that came with it, where they drilled a well and planted a big garden, as well as building a woodworking shop for my dad, a treehouse and playhouse for me, and two generations worth of chicken coops. So if you think I'm a hippie, believe me, I haven't got anything on my folks.

In a drastic move, we left that farmhouse/homestead when I was 13, and I think I've been trying to get back to it ever since. Every other place I've lived has been an empty shell to hold belongings and keep the rain out, but that place was an anchor. It was deep soil you could sink roots into. It was a mother who would always welcome you home. It was a place that belonged to you, and you to it. Someday, I want to pour my love and energy into a place and give it that kind of soul. I don't think I want to be a traditional homemaker, but I do want to create a physical place that will be an anchor to my family, and to those who enter our home.

I have a sneaking feeling that it's somewhat blasphemous to want to feel so settled in this temporal existence, but there you have it.




Also, the other day I found something that I wrote a couple years ago, and it really sums up how I feel about my art. On November 23, 2003, I wrote:

I realize that I need to be an artist; to be a good artist -- not in the sense of having refined technical skill or... conceptual skill, but in the same sense that I could be a good person: compassionate, truthful, and deeply authentic. If I am those things, the technical and conceptual skill will surely follow.

Y'all are my witnesses -- hold me to it.

[Kain01]

My dreams. I guess my biggest dream is to own an aftermarket dealership, akin to one like Steve Saleen, or John Lingenfelter, except I would specialize in Camaro upgrades. So essentially I need to get back into driving cars fast legally on a sanctioned track, get my pit crew to start building insane engines, suspensions, and be able to keep them emissions legal (something Nascar stopped doing in the 70's). Then I need to win allot of races in order to build my reputation, and start selling cars.

Beyond that I want a 25th anniversary camaro(1992) that I basically rebuild with a corvette suspension and the aforementioned insane V8 engine that revs to about 7500 rpm's to shut up the rice burner idiots.

That's what I want now aside from the house on the beach blah blah stuff that everyone wants. And Silas' simple sounds really good too. Oh and when I was growing up, even into high school I wanted to wrestle for the WWE and almost left to go to Shawn Michaels wrestling school in Texas before I remembered that I am 5'7" and at the time weighed 140 on a good day.