Well, I’m lost for words.

It says quite much about oneself when one dreamt about being written in a published book as a pompous ass.

I woke up in awe that I actually, deep down, see myself as slightly superior…which is “not arrogant, but slightly superior” .  It’s just interesting of how, subconsciously, I agree with myself as being pompous…and now consciously and virtually, I agree once again.

Talk about dreams, I often think about A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes:

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

I don’t often talk about dreams and what they may come. However, I often talk about passion and what it can do. But dreams.  Dream makes the world goes around. The gentle push that propels people to move forward.

My nightly dreams are mostly about sci-fi, flying, explosions, torment between good and evil, and very lucid. My day-ly dreams tend to be drawn to material world such as VP  (don’t ask why but I still think it’s cool to have such title.) however, it’s been shifted. At this point in time, I feel I am being called toward education.  The passion to move forward to propel youngsters to strive and thrive. So what happens to a dream deferred? It’s a tiny flame that can’t be put out.  It might dry up like a raisin but will serve another purpose. Why not, right?

Whatever may happen to a dream deferred, knowing that it once was there you will revisit it again.

*note to self: Do not neglect writing for writing will feel like a chore and awkwardness will come when lazy and cripple thoughts perpetually  form.