Well, I have never smoked opium. Never done much in the way of drugs. They scare me, so I always declined and avoided situations where the use might be introduced. Yes, I have always been a bit of a Good Boy, a brother to Pollyanna. If Dorothy's dream of Oz was induced by opium, then I guess I am no friend of Dorothy. Seriously, though, drugs have never been something I indulged in. Call me a goodie goodie, but really, like I said, I have always been scared of their effects and so I guess you can legitimately call me a scaredy cat.
But back to pipe dream. Sometimes you just have to face facts. Reality must be accepted. Fantasies are nice, but until there is some basis in reality, someway to attain them, then they will always be just that: fantasy. Give me some good old attainable realistic dreams. Something I can set my mind to and work toward. I have them still, you know. Asperations and wannabes. No pipe dreams for me.
And so today I give up pipe dreams. Flights of fantasy, yes, but no more living in foolish falderal. Bye bye pipe dreams of castles in the sky and knights in shining armor. Just do it. Make it happen. Treat and move your feet*. The vision is clear. No more smoke in these eyes. On a clear day, you know, you can see forever.
*Treat and move your feet is an expression from my Religious Science days. It means pray, but do something about it basically. In otherwords, you can let go and let God, but you have to allow God to use you and move your feet in the direction He directs.