What are you dreaming about?

Do you have a list somewhere? In your head, on a slip of paper in your dresser drawer, on your fridge? Do you use the depths of your mind to dream about what ifs, or do you use them to perseverate and fret?

If someone gave you a million dollars right now, what would you do with it? Yesterday, I was settled into my comfy chair of responsibility, where I knew exactly how much money I owed to whom, how much the car I really liked years ago would cost to resurrect, and how often I would REALLY eat out if I had the money. (Um, every day of course.)

Then I met a man who, with his million dollars, would buy a submarine and explore ancient, underwater caves that used to be on dry land and certainly hold clues to a civilization that ceased to exist before the earth looked like the one we know today.

Please, sir, show me more.