I really enjoyed reading it. Except for the screaming/yelling... it made me aware of the fact, again, I never really had a dream. I assume because I never believed I would get that old, survive longer as the age of 12-15. I also realised that what you dream about if you are younger is completely different (to me useless) to do at the time I might be able to do so (age of 70 or so) plus if it comes to it, it doe not seem that important at all. I guess no dreams, no goals for me as a person.