I've done this before.  Am doing it now, again.
Scenes flash before my eyes.  I remember it from a dream.
This scares me.  I don't want to relive this.
I want something new.  I need something new.
Can we change our destinies?  Make ourselves into something new?

In my next life I am going to be a Broadway dancer.
Or an activist for equality. Or maybe even a pot smoking hippie.
A rose with a gypsy soul.  A singer with a rebel heart.

The possibilities are endless.  One thing I know for certain, I am going to
live to make myself happy.  I am tired of living for everyone one.  I am tired of creating happiness for other while letting my own die.

I have effectively been trained to put myself last and in essence have killed all hopes and dreams.  I do not know what I want.  I do not know what to dream.  I can't even tell you what my favorite soup is.