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Rated: E · Short Story · Other · #1662540
Hanoi starts a dream hunt, will it be fruitful or just plain fruitless?
Dreams... they've never really occurred to me until now. I was asked what my dream was. I could not say anything. I guess I was too carefree, but we only have one life, so why bury ourselves in work and studies when we could do so much more! Then again, I feel the guilt within me. I had the urge to search for my dream.

I somehow still remember the times when I was young and my mother would frequently ask me what my dream was at totally random times. I was maybe about three or four...?

"Hanoi, what is your dream?"

"My dream? To be a doctor!"

"And why do you want to be a doctor?"

"To save many lives!"

Like hello, I was only three or four back then and being a doctor was probably the most common dream ever so peace out! Now I'm hunting for dreams, it's actually quite interesting to do so.

I'm not the type of person who will actually plan out everything, so I'll just have to go with the flow. Well, I've decided to interview people, it's easier to decide my dream for there on.

"Amanda, what's your dream?"

"Why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"I'm on a dream hunt!"

"Right... I would like to be violinist in future."

"Huh why, aren't you musically declined?"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Oh nothing much, good luck!"

I'm definitely not interested in music, I guess it takes more than just one key to open this dream door of mine...

"Ian, what is your dream?"

"Go away."

"I would if you told me you know!"

"No, I don't, now go away."


"Fine. Artist."

"Thank you very much!"

This is so weird, arts and musics were never my forte, oh well, which brings me to yet another key.

"Gina! What's your dream!"

"Mine? Why it's to be a model!"

"Of course, are you 175 cm yet?"

"No... but I wished to be!"

"Let's just hope it does come true then!"

This dream hunt is wearring me out, it's getting boring. Maybe it's okay not to have a proper dream. Maybe I'm abnormal, but I think, no matter how I force myself to search for dream, it won't come to me unless the time is right. It was fun, but I'll just have to wait until that certain dream falls upon on me. I guess I've learnt something new and amazing today.
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