Don't read past The Dream Maker

I've been so tired lately. I don't get it. I haven't really followed through on the workout thing. I still write down everything I do and keep track of it and at least I don't lie about doing nothing. Hopefully I will keep it up and if I keep writing in it then eventually I will start putting in the effort.

I seriously hate being woken up during my dreams. "It should be a valid reason to be late for work. I was in the middle of an amazing dream and didn't want to get up. Sorry. My bad. Please excuse my lateness. It might however happen again, the next time I have a sweet dream."

How else am I suppose to live out my dreams if I don't know what they are?
My dreams are incomplete. Unfinished.

Does that mean I make my own ending? I wish I was the dream maker. Where I could make anything possible.

Why would you continue to talk to someone when you see perfectly well that they are busy reading or writing. It's not like I put down the book or pen and was listening intently. I don't want to be bothered, quit trying to talk to me and interrupting me. It's not cool.

If you say "I'm not doing this today," everyday aren't you basically doing it everyday, because it's obviously not working.
I'm guilty of this too sometimes. It's perfectly normal.


I wish the apple juice was a little colder in the morning.

Happy Half Year on this Earth.

I love her laugh when shes excited. Pure joy.


This one kid keeps asking me where I go when I leave and I tell him I go on my break and he looks up to me and he's like "I want to go on my break." It was the cutest and funniest thing ever.




The Dream Maker

He was an ordinary man with extraordinary powers. It was his privilege and discretion to make all the dreams in the Universe come true. Mostly concentrating on the World as we Know it on Planet Earth.

There was a process of whose dream would be granted first. It wasn't always easy and it wasn't always an exact science. The factors of his knowing were limited. He didn't necessarily know who was the most deserving on their wishes.

Sometimes he would wake up in a sweat regretting a dream he allowed to come true. Or make possible rather as you will learn later.

People have complicated dreams where a lot of events need to take place for their exact dream to occur.

He wasn't responsible for dreams where you go to work naked or ones where you fall to your death.

Some people considered him a genie.
A lot of the dreams he heard consisted of becoming a pro-athlete, winning a large sum of money, and wanting to become famous. All of those had to be earned on their own.

The Dream Maker lived in a little cabin in the middle of the woods. Surrounded by wilderness and winding, running streams. It was the perfect setting to him, one he dreamed about, but it was natural, he discovered it through a life long search. He was capable of making his own dreams come true, but he fought the urge to do so.

The Dream Maker was single he had been for as long as he could remember. He didn't want to force someone to love him or be at his beckoning call. Also, he was worried about his potential significant other finding out about his powers. He was afraid she would get mad if he didn't make all her dreams come true. It truly was a blessing and a curse at the same time to have this ability. It was nearly impossible to have friends. No one could keep a secret of this magnitude nor could they resit the allure of wanting him to make all their dreams a reality. So, instead he lived alone and for the most part was content. Even without his powers he almost had everything he could ever want. Besides of course obtaining true everlasting companionship. Something he figured he would long for throughout the rest of his life.

He didn't understand why people wouldn't want to be in control of their own destiny. Why they wouldn't want to earn or deserve what they wanted out of life. What was the point if everything was just handed to you, he would often ponder over and over with himself.

There was such a thing as a chain reaction and the domino effect.

He was a funny dream maker. A normal everyday person might love to have this power, however it was stressful. Eventually it wore you out and became exhausting. It got old rather quick. The Dream Maker still went to town to buy groceries.He ran into people, made acquaintances and even talked to them on occasion. He followed the local news and well as the country's. He watched sports, but he never fixed a game. Contrary to what people might think. His favorite teams would win or lose on their own.

Someone might wonder how the Dream Maker made money. It was a valid question and one that deserved an honest straight forward answer.
He collected royalties on what it wasn't exactly known. There was a lot of trade marks dealing with dreams though. He wrote books under a different pen name. Being extremely cautious not to reveal his identity.

He had a nickname and a real name for that matter and neither were the Dream Maker. His real name was Alexander Crosby. This might change I'm actually thinking his first name will be Evgeni.

There was no crystal ball or magic ball. There was no rhyme or reason to dreams coming true. However, miracles do in fact come true.

What dreams did he permit? Opportunity was the main issue. The phrase opportunity knocks was based on him. There was a whisper in their ear, a guiding light, a push in the right direction, a gentle nudge, subliminal messages, inspiration, and motivation were all part of his repertoire. Another important factor was being in the right place at the right time.

One particular dream that unfolded...

He didn't give up that one day he would find his true love.

It was unknown if he would live forever or not. He never felt like he was getting old.

How this power came to exist or come into his possession.

Growign up he always helped others. Went out of his way actually. Asked for nothing in return.

Many people might come to think of him as being Godlike. He didn't know his opinion on that matter, but he never tried to do His job or get in His way.

His first successful dream. Where he figured out his ability.
Accomplishment, feat

Luck or coincidence and maybe it was, but he had altered fate none the less.

A boy dreamed of having his very own dog to play with and take care of. There was a stray dog that was perfect. The dog was still practically a puppy and it desperately needed a home, love, and affection. The boy whose name was Jacob named the dog disaster. Bad things were always happening when the dog was around. The name fit.


One summer he witnessed a young lady staring intently at a beautiful necklace in a store front. He worked delivering newspapers and saved up every penny to buy her that necklace.

The Saint of Miracles was his nickname around town.

Around the holidays he lead food drives and put full course meals on the table for the poor. It was all they could ever dream for and more.

Sometimes he literally made dreams come true.
He was a master at natural medicine one of his many talents. HE spent his leisure time collecting herbs from the forest. Some people called them potions, he simply referred to them as common knowledge. A trade his father passed down to him. They would go searching for specific plants when he was a little boy. Home-made remedies that cured many of the town folk over the years. A lot of peopled dreamed of becoming healthy again or overcoming a sickness.

Eventually he learned that if he closed his eyes and concentrated really hard he could make things happens. This included events he witnessed on T.V. and he would later discover that what he wanted to happen or predicted to happen came true for those people.

It wasn't all pets, gifts, and health related dreams. He was responsible for countless engagements and marriages.

Alexander had ultimately effected hundreds of thousands of life's.