I had that dream. Those dreams, in fact. About things I wanted to do, people I wanted to meet, and destinations I wanted to visit.
They were dreams about places, faces and traces.
Places: Rome, Como, Berlin, Montreal, Texas, Nicaragua, Amazon River, Mali, Thailand.
Traces: Writing a book, sleeping for a whole day, counting stars, devouring cupcakes, swimming in the Atlantic, sing my lungs out, laugh like no one has before.