I had a dream about you. The sky looked threatening and hail the size shape and color of boxing gloves started pounding us in the face. Luckily my mustache looked like Chuck Norris and you were able to take shelter under my nose.
I had a dream about you. I was a giraffe and you were a stripper using my neck as a pole. We made a great team sort of like the 1987 Cincinnati Reds minus the Pete Rose cheating scandal. Well baseball called it cheating but I call it enterprising.
Negative people talk and your dreams begin to wither off. But they begin to sprout in the fragrance of hope when they find a new soil Change your environment