#7 -Dreams

Dreams, dreams, dreams. What do I have to say about dreams? 

Not much I'm afraid. A week in and without significant muse today, I was going to take you through my quote bibles and offer you pieces of wisdom I've gleaned from others. But when I consulted my bibles, I found they held no dreams. Only stoic platitudes or nihilistic realities and every so often, some small glimmer of hope. I suppose I'm not a wistful person. Dreams are the random misfires of my brain while it sorts data. Mine normally take the form of action movies where I'm the hero out to save the day. Ones I remember are rare; I am blessed with a deathlike sleep, locked away and unreachable. 

The only dreams I have are of faraway lands bathed in sunshine like that beautiful view on the rooftops of Florence you see above.