I vaguely recall a dream from my childhood where I’m travelling with my family through a large desert. I also remember that somebody is dying.
Whenever I have this dream again, the victim is always a different person. Today I never dream this dream anymore. Most mornings, I don’t even remember my dreams.
A dream of mine has always been to win the lottery! It would be wonderful. It will allow me the opportunity to travel. I always wanted to go to Malaysia and South East Asia. If this dream of mine becomes a reality, I’m off.