I dream today that I will be in a stable relationship. I dream that I will be a writer that people respect and treasure for his insights into the human condition. I dream.

For the life of me I can’t remember dreaming as a child. Not the dreams of being a hero, fireman, police officer, or a carpenter like my Father. I immersed myself in books about science fiction. You see, they provided me with the escape that I needed. A place far away that had nothing to do with the place that I was.

I guess the difference is that I didn’t dream towards something, I dreamed away from what was.

I don’t dream outward to distant galaxy’s these days. I dream into the enigma that is me. A much larger, more terrifying and splendid expanse than I could have ever dreamed of seeing.

I still have a fondness for Star Trek, but I realise that the true adventure every day is to go on the journey that is me and for that I dream.