In the bed and breakfast that my wife and I once owned, a mid-20s couple and the husband’s mother stayed for a night with us. While I was serving guests their breakfast, I overheard snippets of this threesome’s conversation, dominated by the man, who spoke of his plans to become a millionaire in 10 years working as a sales rep.
When he left the table, his mother turned to her daughter-in-law and said, “So, what do you think of that?”
The young woman smiled and shrugged.
“Dreams are free,” she said.
Not necessarily.
In fact, except for those entertainments that visit us in sleep or the passing daydreams that give us a reprieve from boredom or stress, I would contend that dreams, at least for anyone older than the age of 12, are never free. They always come with a cost….