I'm an example of someone who never made it to university. I did have this dream to be a musician. I felt that this dream had an expiration date.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Before I left for Germany, I had gotten accepted to the performing arts high school in New York, which was a big dream of mine. And having to leave that was very sad for me.
I had a dream of music and art and the big city in which I would get lost, where no one would know me and I wouldn't know anyone, where I would work at some ordinary job, and if one day I got up in the morning and decided I wasn't going to go to work anymore, no one would ask questions.
My dream, I remember, when I went to boarding school, was to have a study all my own, a little nook someplace where nobody could get at me - nobody, like the football coach.
When I finished school, I didn't continue to go to university, because I decided I wanted to do music.
I was regularly advised not to go into music, that I should give up that foolish dream.
My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.
My parents were super supportive of my big dreams; I was pretty lucky. I guess I became a musician because I didn't see myself doing or loving anything else as much.
The first dream I had was just to get a college education. I got through college in three years, taking extra classes in summer school.
My high-school dream was to be in a band, pay my rent and eat - and I've been able to do that for 20 years. So I'm completely content.
I had this dream to become a writer since I was a teenager.