I Had a Dream

Everything was so perfect. Every detail depicted wealth. I was rich and poweful; I was a boss. I was walking on dollar bills. I had a very expensive car. A state of freedom, I felt. I was independent. I covered people that I love with gifts. I spreaded joy around me and illuminated their faces with smiles. I didn't know where the money came from, but I didn't care. I was living, not breathing. My charisma seemed to attract good people. Everything I was doing was a success. Nothing seemed impossible. I loved it. I had so much money that I didn't know what to do with it.

Then, suddenly I was on the couch of the living room. How did I end up there? I didn't know. I walked toward the window to see my car. It was not where I parked it. Then I realized what happened: I dreamed.

It seemed so real that I couldn't believe it was just a dream. But was it just a dream? Was it too good to be true? That's when I had a revelation. I wanted to feel the same way again. I wanted to walk into that huge palace I had in that dream, and say that it's mine. In my dream I was rich, my dream now is to become rich.