Super Daydreams

My friend and I are dodging butterflies on the road to the Outer banks. Actually I am the one swerving the car to avoid hitting the fluttering airborne flowers, my friend is winching, fingers dug into the leather upholstery of the rental car. I cry out in anguish every time I'm unable to prevent a collision.  My friend groans.

It's a long trip from Raleigh to Kill Devil Hills. We spend the time listening to the I pod & renewing our friendship by offering insights into ourselves that are normally left unsaid. The topic turns to daydreams.

I am a marathon daydreamer, and I admit to it. What I don’t admit to is what I really daydream about.  I take the safe course.  “If I won the lottery, this is what I would do.”  We discuss the pitfalls and merits of dividing our winnings amongst our families and buying gifts for friends. We seem to be on the same page, as usual, that is why we are so close.  But at this moment in time, not close enough. I can’t share my number one daydream, it seems silly and self serving.  I don’t want my friend to think I’m being all “Mother Theresa”.  So I don’t share.

I have a problem with EMPATHY, a huge problem. I have way too much and can’t control it. My family jokes that every time I had a baby, I stole most of it’s empathy before I gave birth. Other people’s pain and trials roll off of my children’s back like water. I sit in that puddle and let it soak me in misery. All I want from this life is for those I love to be happy. That is what makes me happy. Hence my #1 daydream.

I want a superpower.  I want the power to heal. I want to make all my family and friends healthy and pain free, both physically and mentally.

I have it all worked out in my head. Somehow I would be able to control the mental production of electrical signals that the body uses and redirect them to where they are needed. I would be able tell another persons brain to make more of this or less of that and send it where it needs to go. I would even be able to do this by concentrating on the person (as opposed to “laying on hands”), in a way that some would call praying. To protect myself from the urge to “HEAL THE WORLD” , my power would be unknown, to myself and to others. When it was needed, it would kick in like an instinctive response. No one would know, and everyone would be happy.

I know, every mom’s dream, to protect her children from hurt. And since I mother everyone, my secret daydream shouldn’t be a surprise to any of the people who really know me. Yea, we all need to suffer in order to grow,  but not on my watch…OK? 

Just so ya don’t think in need to be Beatified or something, I do have a little bit of self serving reward built into my daydream.  Every time I use my power, the energy I generate causes me to lose 5 lbs.  When I start getting too skinny,  I’m going to be eating Ice cream all the time……ummm  and Cadbury chocolate bars.

I know you want a superpower,  what is it???