Yet another dreamer who thinks they might eventually getting round to achieving every possible dream he has ever had. Certainly one day I will get a PhD just as soon as I put down this guitar I've finished learning to play. In fluent German I will thank my wife for her support and next, in Mandarin, I'll thank my business partner for making my life easy and rich whilst I worked on other projects. The coding behind the app I made will slowly tick away in my pocket, bug-less. I will step outside, my eyes shaded from the sun by the long thick hair that I finally grew out. Paparazzi will take photographs as adoring fans will swoon at my brilliance, screaming how my music, my book, my Oscar award-winning performance or even the film I directed, changed their lives forever. I will then retreat to my home on Downing Street where I will prepare for a day of meetings with world politicians. My countrymen will laud my brilliance as I birth new laws that perfectly coincide with my philosophical opinions. I am just that intelligent, that visionary and that driven that these are not dreams but futures.