Without occasionally dreaming about things like that makes people... um, something not-that-good.
I believe that someday an indie-bearded man will appear, erase everything bad I've done and take me to a fantasyland. Or at least when I die, I'll get everything even minorly bad I've done, erased and get to that fantasyland.
No. Wait. That's not me. At all. Don't crucify me for that though, it was a too delicious opportunity. Man can wish whatever he likes, as far as I care.
Gandalf will knock on my door and set me for an adventure. And I am going to Hogwarts. And I've had a few dreams lately about me being an alchemist.
I can barely get out of my head so I sure do dream about things as these as well.