It is not right to say I have a dream, dreams are mass produced everyday.
Many are so dust-covered, but many years later, dreams remain fresh and show no signs of holiday or working man blues.
We grow old, dreams never. It is like lines of writing, sentences spoken, or Superman, dreams make all things alive.
Mushrooms come mushrooms go, dreams live on.
My small dreams about photography and marathon come true, in which new crazy dreams spin off.