I used to be obsessed with dreams.

But not so much the ones at night when you’re asleep. I’m talking about the ones you think about often during your slow work day, the ones that you want to pursue in your garage, your hometown, your journal.

I used to live in dreams. I talked about my dreams all the time, so much so that I identified more with them (despite them still being in my head) than I did with the present.

Sometimes describing your dreams and aspirations is looked upon with more grace than when you’re working the daily grind to actually make it there... click to continue >>