I always dreamt, and dreamt of realizing my dreams. I surrounded myself with dreamers because I am a dreamer.
My brother is a dreamer; he turns dreams into reality.
My wife is a dreamer. She dreams of fighting disease. She dreams to our daughter. She is a dream.
Our daughter is a dream. What a dream.
I never questioned my dreams as a child. I rode them thinking that one day they would turn to reality, by me, by time, by need.
My dreams belonged to a child and they belong to me.
I hope my daughter dreams. I hope I continue to dream, to surround myself with dreamers, to dream endlessly and limitlessly.
Nobody can take my dreams, but I’ll gladly share them.