Dreams, Delusions & Discount Airline Tickets

Once upon a time, I looked up at the sky, squinted dramatically like a child in a 90s movie, and watched a plane slice through the clouds like butter. “Wow,” I thought, “flying must be the most magical thing in the world.”

Fast forward to 2025:

I'm sitting in seat 27B, knees in my throat, surrounded by 43 strangers, one baby screaming in C minor, and someone behind me who believes the tray table is a percussion instrument.

Ah yes… the magic.

Dreams Change (and Sometimes Smell Like Airport Sandwiches)

I used to think flying was only for rich people, businesspeople, and pop stars. Now it costs less to fly across Europe than it does to buy a decent sandwich at Pret. Seriously — return ticket to Lisbon? £29. Chicken wrap and a coffee in Zone 1? £32 and emotional damage.

So yes, I’ve fulfilled my dream of flying. And then fulfilled it again. And again. And again. And now, frankly, I wouldn’t mind grounding myself for a while and not having to remove my shoes in public for security reasons.

Big Dreams, Small Plots

This year, my husband and I made one of our biggest dreams come true: we got land.

Not like royal-family-in-Scotland land, more like a peaceful plot in a tiny village with more cows than people. But it’s ours. Our little corner of dirt. Our future escape plan. Our someday-home that hopefully won’t bankrupt us or collapse mid-storm.

Next dream? Building a house. A small one. Cozy. Like Pinterest… but more realistic. With slightly crooked shelves and the occasional spider.

When You Realize Not All Dreams Are Dreamy

Remember how we all had childhood dreams?

• Be a singer!

• Be an astronaut!

• Own a unicorn and live in a pink castle with indoor pizza delivery via unicorn drone!

Now, as an adult?

• I dream of my back not cracking when I tie my shoes.

• I dream of a tax refund.

• I dream of finding matching lids without sacrificing my sanity.

Sometimes dreams get downgraded, and that’s okay. Sometimes you don’t become a rock star. Sometimes you just become really good at parallel parking.

Still a win.

The Real Dreams That Matter (Cheesy But True)

We chase jobs, apartments, vacations, tiles that match the vibe we saw on Instagram… but in the end, the most valuable dream is peace.

Not just world peace. Personal peace.

• The peace of having good people around you who don’t judge your questionable life choices (start writing a blog).

• The peace of good health, because nothing ruins your plans like your back suddenly saying “nope” during a sneeze.

• The peace of doing less, loving more, and choosing connection over perfection.

So What If Your Dream Was Weird?

Look, not all dreams are poetic and deep. Maybe your dream was to meet Britney. Maybe it was to own a blender that doesn’t smell like melted plastic. Maybe it was to grow a tomato plant and not kill it immediately. (Still trying.)

Some dreams die. Some evolve. Some unexpectedly show up again when you're 42 and suddenly obsessed with Lego. But every version of a dream tells us something about who we are — and what we need.

Even if it’s just a nap.

Tell me:

What was your weirdest childhood dream? And what’s one small dream you’ve fulfilled that still makes your inner child high-five you?

Drop it in the comments. I promise not to judge — unless your dream involved Crocs with socks and global domination. Then we’ll have to talk. 😂

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