Why dreams?

I hate dreams. It's a make believe world that thrusts itself into your consciousness after you awaken.

My dream last night was that I was off adventuring, and I met someone I was flirting with... but then I stopped. I couldn't, even in my dreams.
There is a sense of despair, of why must I be in love forever? I don't know. It's crazy.

Today I told my father that I'm heading south after labor day. I'm going to explore a bit before picking. I'm going to go to San Antonio to see this school, I'm going to go to Galveston to see if that holds potential, and then I'll go to Lafayette. If I don't stay there, I'll head on to Florida. Who knows what lies ahead.

One step at a time. At this point I just need to get through the day. Today I have a party of 50, I have 2 kids that don't want to work anymore, and I have one that needs to leave early. I have the stress of making everything run smoothly... I clocked out with forty hours last night, and I still have at least 20 to go.

I'm tired.
Can I retire again now?