The other day I was thinking a lot about dreams as I sat and had lunch at VIPS in Madrid. First, there was the dream I'd had at night. I had returned to the States and for some reason I was showing my brother an RV that I had apparently bought before going on my round the world trip. I think I'd bought it to do a cross-country trip. I was telling my brother that I'd probably sell it now that I was in heavy debt from the world trip. Plus, it hadn't even been used. The sewage tank was still clean. I even had to remind him not to take a dump in the bathroom. And then my brother's wife came in to inspect the RV. Seems that she was some sort of police officer. She asked me for the dimensions of the vehicle. Odd. That's the kind of dream I have when revellers are screaming out on the street in the middle of the night.
Then there are my life dreams. I realized that I've been pretty successful at making some major dreams come true in my life. Working for Disney. Traveling to foreign countries. The thing is, the timing's always seemed to be off and dreams in reality are too tied to reality to resemble the experience you imagined in your head years prior. Years. It takes time for things to come into fruition. I never know when opportunities will arise and I never know when I'll be moved enough to seize them. But I'm a patient young man.
And of course, there are my countless daydreams. I don't know how else I'd get through the day without them daydreams.
I'm in Sevilla now. Kinda sleepy. Soon I'll go hunting for food and go get lost in the city. Tonight, me and some hostel mates will catch some Flamenco dancing. Brilliant.