I see her walking on the newyork pavement, wearing a designer coat, picking up the starbucks coffee on the way, reaching her window office in the skyscraper building. She does some important stuff during the day. She ends the day by coming back to her posh pad with tall glass windows with a view of the well lit city.
A life I dream of.
Next day, she wakes up, goes to office to find out she no longer has the job in a companyof 158 years. The company of 158 years doesn't exist anymore.
I am not sure what to dream of anymore.