dream | act | succeed

There is a difference between good and bad nights. Sweat dreams or stupid ones. Yesterday I had one of those again. The stupid ones I mean. I found myself in a rather stressful situation. I had to do something new for the first time without either wanting to do it or having any clue about it. Sometimes I wonder what dreams really are. The processed information of our last day, or a future event that might still happen in the future. At least I have no intentions to become a referee. Maybe that is just my brain preparing for the upcoming World Cup? I seriously don’t know. Soccer is not really a thing I do anymore. I played it in the past, sure, but that was many years ago.

See you next time!