Short little story... I may or may not make it longer in another story...Hope you like it.
It was morning when Kira got up and walked into the living room; Black Jack was sitting at the table. "How was your night?" Black Jack asked.
"It was good, I had a nice dream," Kira said.
"Oh, what was your dream?" Black Jack asked.
"It was one where everyone I knew was happy all the time," Kira said.
"Do you think that will happen?" Black Jack wondered.
"No, of course not." Kira said.
"And why is that?" Black Jack asked, looking up from his book.
"Because it was a dream," Kira said.
Three months later, Black Jack and Kira were sitting at the kitchen table. Black Jack thought it was the right time to ask him what has been on his mind since their conversation about dreams.
"Do you think you can make a dream real?" Black Jack asked.
"No, of course not," Kira said.
"Why?" Black Jack asked.
"Because no matter what, a dream is a dream. There is no way to change that. There is no point in trying to make your dream real," Kira said as he got up and looked for a book to read. He pick up a book called "The Foot That Talks", then went to go sit back down and opened it to the first page.
"Well, that does not mean you can't work at it," Black Jack said.
"Yes, it does. No matter how hard you try you can not work on a dream," Kira said, still looking at his book.
At this point, Black Jack had a puzzled look on his face. "And why is that?" Black Jack asked.
"Well, that's simple," Kira said as he turned the page in his book. "Because when you start to work on it, it is no longer a dream but a goal."
As Kira said this, Black Jack thought. "But there are people that use the word dream to mean goal, becuse that is what they like to say," Black Jack said.
"And that's fine, they think their way and I will think my way," Kira said...