Dreams aren’t made of feathers flying around lofty clouds
but what are dreams made of if not ice cream cones and candy canes
vanilla latte and mocha frappuccino? Dreams I supposed are made
of planning and creating the most intricate sand castles imaginable.Am I supposed to be asleep to have dreams? Am I supposed to be
angry, frustrated and lost to have my dreams come true?
All these good questions, all these bubbles going through my mind
made me a different kind of dreamer.