A dreamer?

I have always said that I don't know how to dream, I never learned how.  But I realize that's not entirely true.  I do dream.  My dreams are of being a writer, but not just being a writer, having the imagination and drive that it takes to be a writer.  That to me, is just as hard to do as the writing itself.  I always think that if I have time to sit and write, the words, the stories, they will just come to me.  But I remain "blocked" for creativity and time.  Maybe everyone thinks this way, hence the popularity of blogs.  You can always kick out some kind of word dribble (drivel?) in 5-10 minutes, and there it is for the whole world to see in black and white.  People have proven that they will consume just about any kind of garbage in this day of reality everything.  So maybe people will consume my garbage, chew it up, find the things they can identify with and swallow, spit out the rest in disgust.