Dream Buyer

I met a man last night who told me he could buy my dreams.  How strange, I thought, but I went with it.  We drank wine and ate dessert outside in the cold, my semi-adopted dog getting into fights in the distance, making sure that no other dog or drunk man would come anywhere near me.    My dream, to live on a boat in the Caribbean, became very exciting when he told me he would get the crew, the boat, and the land for me to accomplish my goal; starting a women’s empowerment organization.  I never thought the two, my dream and my goal, could merge.  Dreams are for dreaming and goals are for doing.  We were supposed to eat dinner tonight to talk logistics, but we didn’t.  He tells me he will see me again, sometime and someplace in the world.  I have never met so many mysterious people than I have here.  So many people who are convinced that we will meet again, sometime, in some other place in this endless world.