Dear Dreams,
I wonder if I am meant to write to real dreams, like what happens at night when you are sleeping or my dreams...like my wishes, hopes, etc...
First, real dreams...they don't happen in summer. I think I'm far too sleepy to remember them actually. What I do remember is that when my alarm went off at 5am yesterday, I thought, "my landlord said I could have all the pet fish I wanted, so it must be Saturday." That was incredibly logical at the time and I was sure I was correct. Unfortunately, it was Wednesday, and I had to get up. Fortunately, I realized this before I turned off the alarm and went back to sleep.
Now, dreams in the hopeful sense. I used to dream of a lot of things. Now, I don't know what I dream for anymore. I guess it's pretty simple. I want to find a job I LOVE. One that makes very happy and that I really look forward to going to work daily. I'm positive it will be camp. I'm not positive if its this camp or not....time will tell for that one.
I dream of finding a partner in life. One that I can share my ups and my downs with and that I can share hers. Someone who gets me, and someone that I get.
I dream of finding a cure for multiple sclerosis. That would be a-freaking-mazing. I'm not sure about how possible, but very very good.
I dream that I can make the world a better place. I hope to help someone the way I have been helped.
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