As a child I always had a recurring dream. Some nights it would scare the crap out of me, other nights I would embrace the dream and have fun with it. The dream was always based around the same thing - I was on a pirate ship full of the most astounding pirates in the sea. We would spend our days terrorizing the waters like pirates do, but on one faithful day we met our match. Another ship of pirates trying to claim our waters appeared from what seemed like thin air. The first cannons were fired and a great battle began. Swash-buckling sword fights and musket shots ensued for hours. At the end of the great battle I saw my ship sinking in the vast blue ocean. We had been defeated. Our only hope for survival was our trusty hot dog life rafts. (Yes... hot dog life rafts). By the end of the dream I was always floating by myself on a giant hot dog. Some nights I would wake up in a sweat thinking I couldn't survive, but others I would think to myself, "I can make it somewhere on this giant hot dog". The nights that I wasn't scared I would always end up on a beautiful island and be in a calm state of relaxation.
I guess the moral of my dream was, as long as you work hard and believe in what you are doing you will always survive and anything is possible.
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Much Love,
-Beau