These All were Actually My Dreams

These all were actually my dreams, God has made them coming true. In better versions, really. Wallahi. And why am I complaining? Do you wanna know what I "dreamt" about? Mostly careless dreams, derived by my negative or melancolic thoughts. Feeling lost, like in Enya's songs. My adventure soul was on fire. Feeling lonely and being alone. Easy, just see this blogspot's title. I made it a long time ago. Marriage, even only for a short time, or only for a status. I thought being a spinster was worse. Bitter sweet love, separated by death. So pretty in movies. Being an eccentric, un-aged, living alone grand-aunty. I wrote it in my short story, I thought the character was cool. Being a junior high teacher. I always loved the films about this profession. And other. A lot more. Ever since I still have my breath, there are many dreams await to come true. I just have to set them right and never again having negative melancoly ones. I should remember this.