Sweet harmonies float through my headphones and carry me across the turquoise ocean. When I open my eyes, I find myself standing on congested streets in London, where the pavement shines from rainfall. This music has led me to a magical lamp-post where I stumble backwards into a world that feels like Narnia.
And here, I am lost for hours.
Time stands still. In this imaginary world, I feel like some kind of a Queen or a Dutchess. I feel adored and admired. It’s like I’ve been transported to Never, Never Land with a gang of lost boys who don’t want to grow up. Here, they gently sit me down on a rock and serenade me with music, as if I am a gorgeous red-headed mermaid in Mermaid Lagoon. Their lyrics are like healing balm on open sores that have been bleeding. The songs make me smile.
Here I am told that I am beautiful…that I am worth something…and that I am loved. No young guy in the real world has ever expressed these things to my jittery heart, and so coming to this dream place, I cling to my ticket of transportation, known as my One Direction CD. I collect all the roses of adoration that One Direction tosses to me, and bow like the greatful princess that I am.
It is here that I am greeted with a reckless-kind of love. A love that almost fools me into believing that it could be real. That I, along with ten-trillion other girls in the world, might actually have a chance at finding romance and life-long happiness with one of the One Direction guys.
Okay, stop laughing! If we were being honest with each other, every teen girl has a goofy little fantasy hidden somehwere deep within her heart. We all have a secret route of escape to a world of unspoken, fairytale dreams. Whether you dream of slipping into the world of Doctor Who, running around with Peeta in the Hunger Games, or living in a tale by Jane Austin, where you could dance with your very own Mr. Darcy...we are all guilty of attempting to escape reality.
Movies, novels, and our favorite songs have the power to lead our imaganations into some intresting places. In fact, most of us would admit that many of our "teenage dreams" were suggested by something we saw on television or read in a book. These "dreams" typically have to do with going on a grand adventure, falling in love, and being adored for who we really are. Let's call these, for lack of a better word, "Hollywood-Spun Dreams."
For example, my dream of running around London with the One Direction boys is a Hollywood-Spun dream. That wasn't something I was born with. I didn't reach five-years-old and think, "Wow, I really want to go to London and meet a cute boy."
But, long before I was in my Mother's womb, God placed inside me the intrinsic desire for adventure and romance. The Lord put such a deep longing for these things (attention, affirmation, the desire to love and be loved), that when I saw my first Mary-Kate and Ashley teenie-bopper movie, something was awkened inside my heart... the dream of finding true love.
I thought that perhaps, like the movies projected, that I could find true love in a boy with a great head of hair, and a killer singing voice. What I didn't
Hollywood -Spun Dreams VS
Adventures With Jesus
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