Dreams, dreams of greatness, dreams of splendor.

Do we deserve to dream? The persistent crashing of ideas against our consciousness.

The overwhelming patterns of wants and desires that are rapidly repeating in our skull.

Are they no more than our desire for purpose and repose?

Why? Why have dreams when others cast them down with dreams of their own?

Hope, hope is a bacteria, adapting and changing. Always present.

Dreams are eagle wings. Soaring and plunging with the slightest whim of the breeze.

Classified, stored, hidden, or thrown off of cliffs that are so steep that they seem to call to us with suicidal intent.

Dreams, dreams of greatness, grander, or splendor.

What about Einsteins dreams? Dreams can hurt, destroy,or create, and jubilate. Do not fear to dream.

My dreams, worthy dreams. Dreams of happiness and laziness.

Dreams of living in a world that is hard and challenging that helps us learn from our mistakes no matter the cost.

Dreams of companionship to a girl who the very definition of beauty begins with her name.

Dreams of having two children who bring all the joy in the world to bear in front of me.

These are my dreams of splendor and greatness. What are yours?