The dream machine needs oil


We are nothing without dreams. For today? I dream this excerpt from Vogue is the scene to which I will wake up. One day. And on that day, I will be an author that escapes the city to write and harvest fresh food for dinner. Maybe I’ll have chickens and fresh eggs for breakfast. That one day is far off, but it is my dreams that push me through every single day. And when I achieve one dream, say moving to the mountains, I begin my next series of dreams. It feels darn good to be alive, breathing and dreaming. I hope everyone had a wonderful Sunday and was able to recharge their dream machine for the week ahead.


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