What kind of dreams do you have? I’ve always been fascinated by mine, even though I’ve never figured out whether they’re just nocturnal patterns of nightly neuronal weirdness or if there could be something deeper about them. I read something Tuesday from a man who’s certain that his dreams are meaningful, because a dream he had when he was 16 years old changed his life.
I don’t know much about this guy. He lives in Great Britain and was a loser early in life. Nobody expected anything of him, including himself. Well, I’ll let him tell his story, which he told Tuesday on a message board:
I was written off at school when I was 10. The teachers at this massive school decided that there was nothing that I could learn and it was pointless to try and teach me. I followed the lead and paid no attention in class. Life was pretty bad at home so to get attention, I’d ruin class for everyone else. Parents would ask the school for their kids to be in classes where I wasn’t. No future.
At 16 years old, I’ve somehow scraped through my exams with the minimum grades required and into senior class. And I have the dream.

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Nine years ago, he asked her, ‘Will you take a chance on me?’
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In a culture of cold, ‘no strings’ sex, only emotional intimacy fills needs
Vulnerability is scary, but failure to be open guarantees loss of love
Continued collapse of competence points toward decline of a culture
Joe Rogan isn’t insightful to me, so I just don’t listen to his show
If the kids are confused in school, maybe it’s the system and teachers
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles