I have a dream. Enough said.

I have a dream. Enough said.

"Wait, that does not meet the minimum word requirement for this challenge! Can't just end there.Shoot," she thinks. "Have to say something to get it up," she tells herself as she hurridly searches the collassium of dead dreams for any that can be resurrected. She probes past skeleton ideas. Desires burried alive by callous symphonies entitled "you're never gonna make it." Those indeed never made it to reality.

"Try that one again." "No, this one" "this one had potential." She argues with herself. A heated cross examination. She is Judge, prosecutor and Defence. Which dream will stand? "Oh, remember Martin luther had a dream" she interjects herself with a non-sequitor so leisurely she forgets she's looking at her own dreams. She recollects saying "Mr Luther is a dead king now. You're still living so focus on living dreams. No use juggling dead men's thoughts." She continues more desparetly for the sake of preserving the integrity of this challenge. Realising she might be reaching 300 words, she asks herself to adjourn for a moment. She concludes by saying "I must want something. Something bigger than myself. It must be here. It must be that:

I have a dream. Enough said."