Dream Foundation, an organization that grants wishes to people facing a premature end of life.
Momentarily, I wondered at the error code. How incomplete was my dream? Was it a Secret-esque oversight, where I'd failed to imagine my way to normal health and would now be punished―with untimely death―for my inability to manifest a proper future? Had not been positive enough to live? Some wise soul shared on Facebook that "We Are Never Dealt A Hand We Can't Play." I wanted to offer this wag to trade hands with me―I suspect hers is better than mine―but I was too daunted by her complete lack of self-awareness to try.
Then of course I realized my dream wasn't actually to stick around for a normal lifespan--I'm not an idiot--but to simply do something nice for my kids. Take them on a nice cancer-perq-funded dream trip.
But dreams are limited and applications can be denied, so I'll say no more about it unless something good comes about. Completing that dream application now...