DREAMS ARE REAL.

For probably a couple months now, maybe longer, I’ve been having numerous dreams that usually followed a similar theme.

In every dream I had, my friends would always be around me, and we’d always be partying somewhere. Every dream was a different scenario. One time my friends were with me at my cousin’s house, which was a mansion. Another time we randomly showed up to someone’s house and just took it over and threw a party. Another one took place at this crazy nice futuristic hotel…you get the idea.

Not all the dreams dealt with me and my friends partying though. Some of them dealt with really weird scenarios involving my past (Ex-girlfriend, high school dances, my elementary school building (?), downtown Kent). And then another recurring theme was that I was always going somewhere, or I felt like I was. I was either literally on the move, getting ready to go somewhere, or thinking about going somewhere else.

I’m a huge believer that dreams are representative of the things on your mind. I think they’re a way for your mind or your subconscious to speak to you sometimes. I’ve never had recurring dreams EVER, until a few months ago. And while they weren’t necessarily the same dreams, the same key people were always in them, they were usually close friends or my brothers, and we were usually doing a variation of the same thing. I don’t really remember much of them aside from what I described before, and then the feelings I had. They all followed really weird plots, but I was always in weird variations of Kent (which makes sense there) or these crazy far away places, which made me remember my internal need to travel.

With everything I’ve personally been through over the past couple years, plus some great insight from some key friends and my parents, I’ve been able to get to a point in my life where I know where I wanna go. And with the dreams I’ve been having, plus where my mindset has been since the year started, it kind of forced me to put two and two together in terms of what I wanted out of life and how I need to apply what I know to get it. In the scope of this, my dreams made sense to me. They were representative of a life I wanted to live. Not necessarily partying all the time, but having people around me that actually matter to me, and enjoying life instead of constantly struggling or striving for things that won’t matter when you die.

We all need to survive and make money to do it.  But as time goes on, I feel like there are ways to do it without feeling like you’ve sold your soul to some corporate entity, stolen from someone less fortunate, or compromised your own goals and beliefs. I felt like I was going to have to do all of the above once I realized how screwed up things are these days.

But then I thought: I’m too smart, WE’RE too smart to let this ruin us or turn us into the people we hate.

I have a college degree, most of my friends are college educated, and we have the INTERNET.

Not to mention we’re all talented in our own creative ways *winks and nods*.

There’s NO REASON we should have to live life as slaves to things we don’t even believe in.

I believe in my friends and family. I believe in myself. And I believe in all our skills, talents and connections.

We could do great things but because of what we “think” we’re supposed to do, we limit ourselves.

Because we’re scared, because we don’t have enough money, because we think we’re not “good enough,” because we think it’s impossible, because they said you should do this instead of that.

I said all that to say this: I pretty much saw everything i realized about my personal journey summed up in another person’s choice that they made, and realizing how it could potentially affect them, I told my good friend Bryant, “There’s gotta be a better way man. We gotta make a better way. We gotta do it man.”

How are we going to do it (or try to)?

(By making a business out of a website (Life’s So Dope); bringing light to the culture of our hometown; providing/creating jobs, opportunities and connections; providing creative and business platforms and outlets (treecityrecords?); and showing people why life is so dope.)

That was it in a nutshell.

Now here’s where you come in.

We all want our dreams to come true. If you believe in what we’re doing, if you believe in starting a movement, if you believe in making a better way to live, if you just believe in us, then help us start something big.

The way I look at it is…even if we don’t get to where we want to be, we’ll be in a way better place than we would if we didn’t try at all.

As I finish writing this, it’d be almost two months since I’d first thought of how to express all these thoughts. I literally just sat on it for a month, really wondering if we’d be able to really accomplish everything we want to do. Part of me was scared to even publish this because of the high standards I’d set for myself and my goals. Part of me thought we were crazy for even wanting to attempt all this.

I just want more for myself and everyone around me.

I really feel like we all just sell ourselves short on a daily basis because of things that truly don’t matter.

Why shouldn’t that little boy from the hood aspire to be the president one day? Because he can’t afford better schooling? Because his friends are “criminals?”

Why shouldn’t the little girl with the huge musical talent attempt a professional musical career instead of being something she knows will make her unhappy for the rest of her life?

Why shouldn’t a young, black college graduate from a small town in the Midwest use his professional skills to provide creative outlets that could also financially support the ones he loves?

You give me any good reasons, and I’ll stop making our dreams a reality.

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