Sometimes I look at where I am, what I'm doing, and who is around me, and I can't even see how things turn out the way they do. How in a week's time, you can end one life end with a new one already beginning filled with new friends, new places, big plans, and bright futures. All of this while mourning an old life you once lived so happily. Sometimes, there aren't even any transitional periods. Sometimes, you wake up and a whole new life is handed to you, and you can't even believe you're the same person. It's like I feel like people shouldn't even call me Mikey sometimes because the world is unrecognizable to me, so should I be unrecognizable to it?
Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was poor. I don't mean less fortunate, I mean poor. I dreamt I had $10,000, but gave it to a friend who needed it for something. I was homeless with only a candy bar to my name. I remember feeling strangely motivated. I thought, "There are a lot of things I could do. I could file things, work in an office, people like me it will be easy to make money." I wasn't thinking bigger, like a career, because I needed to get a paycheck immediately. I thought that I would be fine. I was so optimistic, it was weird. I just felt determined to get back on top. I thought I would start small, buy nothing, eat only what I needed to survive, and save up money. Hmmm...I wonder what that dream means.