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.

Continue dreaming until you achieve even one of them. -justme62