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Dreams.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. — Anais Nin

My dreams, get to me. They usually indicate something in the future, sometimes I end up worrying about it, other times I just brush them off.
I have two or three blogs in the queue to get posted, and I’ve been hesitiant to post them due to the dreams I have been having. I wish I could go into them more, but for right now I’d rather keep them to me. But, I can give you the context of them. Each, and everyone has been about me getting off the airplane and setting foot back at Ramstein.
I don’t know what to think about it all. Every time I go back to my dream and I close my eyes, it feels like I get this smirk on my face. Even when I think about it randomly throughout the day, I get this smirk on my face. I’m not huge on smiling, smirking or what not, so for me to smirk about a dream is rather kind of big for me.
I’ve felt empty, despair, angry, regret, sadness. Now I sort of feel I’m on the edge of being whole, happy, excited. I don’t know why. Nothing usually works into my favor, and karma has been bastard to me as of late.

I don’t know what I’d do if my dream came true, and that is what scares me the most. But, I want it to come true. Not knowing how’d I’d react if it happened, makes me want it to come true because what I would invariably do would tell me what kind of person I really am. Have I learned from all my past errors, am I in a constant state of learning, am I really a better person than who I was, do I look better in short hair?

Dreams. ~45 days. I don’t know if I’ll be handle the time remaining to see if my dream does come true.

Just remember Ian, keep telling yourself not to set your self up for failure. The future is bright and unknown, explore, live and love like there is no tomorrow!

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