My latest dream occurred in the middle of an ocean. On that visit to The Ocean, an old man with gray hair tries to tell me what lies before me. He's standing right in front of me with a birds' eye view of what he expects from me. His words were too real for me to comprehend at the time. He says in order for me to continue on the right path, your staet of mind has to be purple. He also tells me that excuses are tools of incompetence; used to build monuments of nothingness. They build bridges to nowhere, and those who use the seldom accomplish anything or nothing at all. He then vanished in the middle of the ocean for me to continue a dream deferred.