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As I start to fall asleep, I dream I am biking through the temples of Burma at sunset with monks whisking by in their vibrant orange robes. I dream that I am walking through the spice markets of Istanbul filled with the most aromatic air hitting all senses, as the vibrations of pray time surround me. I dream that I am drinking vodka and eating caviar with locals on the trans-Siberian, not understanding a single word but somehow understanding everything. These dreams have become my reality, my life.  

WHERE DREAMS BECOME REALITY!