I would have followed my dreams, if I had any. Wait there was that horse phase. I think that dream must have taken all my verve and vitality. Also there were a bunch of unrealistic, faux dreams such as wishing to be a ‘rock star’, when a) I can’t sing and b) I can’t play an instrument and c) could never be fucked learning to do either*. I just wanted the sex and drugs portion. But seriously I so can’t be bothered, I would rather do nothing, I am innately lazy. I like to just sit. I actively work at not being busy. My technique is truly an art form and involves much genius avoidance of many things. If I hear one more person say something inane such as ‘I’m so busy’, or ‘I have no life’, or ‘I wish I wasn’t so important’, I shall punch them in the knob and retort ‘Here is my current dream, to own this lovely Alexander McQueen wrap bracelet’. 
*also d) I have no talent.