I, like Martin Luther King, have a dream. Unlike Martin, I don't think that mine is destined to lead to greatness. Nor, do I actually feel that it will ever be achieved. OK then, so what is it?
I dream that one day I might actually feel contented and (shock horror) happy. I dream that people won't keep letting me down and subsequently making me feel that I am in some way responsible for their shortcomings. I dream that I will be around people who I actually can get on with for extended periods of time. I dream of meeting my perfect companion and my muse.
So completely devoid from any kind of reality and not able to stand up to any kind of rigourous testing. That's why it's all a dream...
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