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When people have dreams

Imagine the world where all people live like they want to live, where people work in their dream - jobs, where they don't have to struggle with their unwanted jobs and do what makes them unhappy. Just imagine the world where people can easily reach their dreams... What about this book? Here is the answer... The man whose name is Skyemoone, who can't love or be happy, lives his own life and spends his days by writing and talking to his students. He has a good life. But one day, he gets tired of everything and he writes a book. The book which will change the whole world. Why it will change the world? Because after people read it, they suddenly understood that they were living the life which they didn't dream of. Suddenly, everyone leaves their jobs. Stops what they were doing. And for what? To make their long forgotten dreams come true. Now, everyone begins to live how they wanted to live but never had a courage to get up and reach their goals. People became free and everything is possible. No one can't stop them. They can commit crime, do many things and nothing can stop them. And all because Professor Skyemoone opened their eyes and showed them that Person should live and achieve his or her goal no matter what. To live like you want to live. And no one will stop you. Isn't it happy world? And now answer, do you think you are strong enough to dream and live like your heart tells you? Because in the end, everything changes so quickly that people can not control their dreams and who they have become.

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Something new. Part one.

"Ikuta, you can let me go. It's only three months. And besides, we're going to text on the phone. Come on, I'm going to the most beautiful city on this planet," I repeated it for the second time, but Ikuta wasn't going to let me go.

Standing in the middle of the airport, I already felt awkward, but still, I knew he was just worrying for me.

I hugged him and then said, "I've got to go."

After taking a few steps back, he brushed off a tear from his eyes and nodded his head.

"I didn't know you were so sentimental."

"And I didn't know that too."

"Well, see you soon."

"Don't forget to bring me souvenirs!"

"I won't forget."

"I will miss you. I don't know how I'm going to go to university without you. Who am I going to have lunch with?"

"Ikuta, it's only three months. I'll be back quickly."

"Well, then, maybe you'll meet your person there," he said, and then he winked at me.

I didn't say anything.

"Skye, take care of yourself. And wear warm clothes. It's a very cold winter there!" he shouted to me, and I waved my hand.

Now I was waiting for my flight.

For some reason I thought I would be very pleased that I have the opportunity to leave this place, but for some reason, I was calm and even indifferent.

I straightened my hat on my head, and all over the airport I looked like some kind of character from some fairy tale.

Some people were looking at me.

But I kept sitting and waiting.

Taking out a music player and headphones, I leaned against the back of an uncomfortable chair and began listening to one song in which the singer sang about a broken heart.

Looking into the foggy windows of the airport which opened in front of me the view to the several planes and runway on which right now slowly rode one plane, I suddenly felt happy.

I love moments like this when you start to feel happy without any reason.

I felt warm in my heart and I changed the song.

But soon I changed the song again, and now another Chopin piece sounded in my ears.

While people around me were in a hurry, walked, sat, slept, I listened to a gentle melody and exactly an hour later, my flight was announced.

And I went on to meet new adventures.

When I got on the plane, I suddenly remembered Dreamer whom I had left at Ethel's house. I shouldn't have worried about him, but still, I was worried.

Leaning back, I sat down and looked at the man sitting next to me.

That was a man in a red jacket who immediately went to sleep.

I was glad I was sitting by the window.

And when the plane was finally ready to take off, when the lights were off, I could feel how fast my heart was beating.

I loved the take ups.

When the plane was picking up the speed, I was just the happiest man on earth.

I was clenching my hands in my fists and maybe I was even smiling.

And my gaze was fixed out the window.

As soon as the plane took off, it was as if I was born again. I felt like after this flight, I would be different. My thoughts will be new and I myself will change.

But I felt all this while the plane was gaining altitude, and I tried to sit and not approach the window to see how I fly vertically and how the ground, the steppes, create a whole canvas of the same color.

When I was hovering above the clouds, peering into the coming of the night and distant stars that seemed to blink, I came to my senses and listening to music, I just looked out the window and dreamed.

What did I love most about travel? Most of all I liked to look out the window and think less about the fact that in a few hours, it's all over.

As Einstein said, "I love to travel, but I hate to arrive."

But soon, when the veil of the night stretched outside the window, I felt the urge to sleep a little, but ten minutes later, waking up I felt a slight hunger.