My favourite dreams are the ones I'm yet to write. The ones I'll tremble with nerves and anticipation to realise. The ones that keep me awake at night, not the ones I have when I am sleeping.
My favourite dreams are born of daring, of dizzying aspiration, of hope. They fuel me when all else is flat and tired. They push me when I think I'll break.
My favourite dreams draw from me tears, love, fear, brash but thoughtful passion. They paint a silent smile on my face in the darkness. They fill me with the joy of what can be.
My favourite dreams are a sacred heart beating away inside, waiting to be opened.