I dream of many things.
First and foremost in my mind, most days nowadays, is a home with no upstairs neighbours. A flat at the top of the house, or a terraced little house of my own. The latter is very appealing because I would like a little garden. I also dream of gardening (which is why I am going here today).
I dream of sailing, of my own boat.
Of a cottage with lake or sea shore, faraway neighbours and no nearby major roads.
I dream of going back to the places I love the most.
I also dream ambitious dreams of success, both for me personally and for the company I work for.
I dream of studying, of feeding my hungry mind with all the information I can.
I dream of speaking more languages.
I dream of the day when room temperature superconductivity is common place and we get the full benefits of the possibilities.
I dream of the day when we will care properly for our planet and eachother.
I dream of libraries, and of yarn stashes.
And I dream of sleep. Of rest with no end in sight, no knowledge that the respite will be broken.