Ok, before you say anything I want to get it straight that I am not a money hungry person. Of course I wouldn’t mind some extra bickies in the bank but on the whole I’m happy with my new car, my little rental, a holiday once in a while and enough spare cash to buy a nice coffee everyday. I am also, definitely not a pushy parent living my failed dreams out in my kids. I let them be free to make their own choices. I guide, advise and always try to see things from their perspective.
I just wanted to get those things straight before jumping in to telling you about my next dream.
Last night I dreamt that my son was in some sort of soccer program. I’m not sure of the full details but I do know that they were going to give out $1 million to one of the boys. The list was narrowed down to three and my boy was one of them. Of course I was very excited about this and watched nervously as they went about interviewing each of the chosen few.
The first boy was so shy that he hid behind his dad refusing to talk. He’s got no chance, I thought as I perversely revelled in his discomfort. My boy was next. He was cool calm and composed as always. I was so happy. For sure he was in the top two.
I then woke up needing to pee. Not that you needed to know that.