When I was young I’d imagine myself overlooking the sea as the sun set into it. Wine in hand, atop an old stone bridge, I sigh and experience the beauty of the day ending all alone. These type of dreams are always solitary. I can never picture myself in them with someone else. Could they appreciate that view as much as I can? Would they be able to stay silent and just exist in the moment as I will? Do I just dislike people so much that I would keep this treasure to myself? Maybe there is someone. I will continue to realize all my dreams until I have none left. That is my only desire. I will bring them all into actuality because then, at the end of that very long day, I can begin to dream new dreams where I am no longer alone.