My Dreams Are Fun

Life is fun. I’m not going to lie about it. I’m always wanting a change for me to come up. I’m always hoping it’s a good change too. Everybody is hoping for something good come along. Especially if you’ve had nothing but bad luck for a few months and you think it’ll never change. I read somewhere that people don’t normally remember their dreams after five minutes of them getting up from the night before. Well, I can remember mine. I had a dream last night and it was a dream I had four years ago.

I had a dream when I was a Junior, when I was just in the process of asking to fix the double doors throughout the school. Those doors are bulky and not so easy to open. Especially for a person like me, I always had to wait on somebody or ask somebody to open the doors. I like doing things for myself for asking for things isn’t me. The whole first semester of my Junior and it wasn’t like people were saying, that year is the most toughest year. In my case, it was a freaking disaster. Way too much shit went on during that year. If I could take that year over, I would wish for another time. I never want to take that year over even if my life depended on it. The only thing that year taught me was I needed to relax and not worry so much. I definitely wish I hadn’t worry so much back then.

So last night’s dream was about the same thing just more advanced. I saw myself doing a speech in front of a lot of people. I mean, a lot of people. I was doing a speech how ALL schools, from Elementary, Middle, and High schools. They all should be handicap accessible. Truth be told, every school should have been that way when they were first built. Yes, having ramps on the sidewalks, but it’s inside that should have more stuff to give handicapped kids and young adults more independence throughout the school. Fixing doors to the point where you need a button to push it open without asking someone to help you out. This was my dream last night. I like dreams like this, but they do irritate me that schools aren’t already like this in the first place. It’s never too late for a change.

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