How does one find a dream?

In my dream we have a large home (instead of a 2 bedroom condo) with a dye studio (and not just a kitchen sink). I spend the days playing with our son, bringing him on social outtings (around his pre-school schedule) and then spend the nights/evenings skeining and dyeing. It’s a simple dream, but one I think about so very many times a day.

no, really.

actually, i have 3 dreams, they have been the same 3 dreams since i was 12 years old. and that was more than 30 years ago, but i´ve never given up on them.
dream #1….just a normal, modest set of boobs. nothing pamela anderson,nothing that needs to be trussed up before i go for a run or indulge in dream #2 (see below). just some that would be in proportion to my height and bone structure. so i can wear tops that have darts, and pretty bras. and a nice dress, instead of a top and a skirt. i´m tired of always being chosen president of the IBTC. breast cancer runs in my family, so i´ve always had the fear that the booblets i have were going to kill me, and i would just like to have experienced enjoying them before i have to face the fact that i would probably have to give them up.
dream #2
a horse of my own. i´ve always had a special connection with horses and they have always been a major part of my creativity (see dream #3, below) . i have always had to ride a leased horse or a borrowed horse, and so have never been able to create a bond of trust and the true partnership that comes with caring for a horse every single day, especially the zen that comes with the little details of grooming, feeding, and mucking on a regular basis. i get some of that peace from knitting, the process of creating a garment or blanket, stitch by stitch, and then gifting it to someone i love. having had a serious horseback riding accident on a horse that i met only 5 minutes before trusting him with my life, there is a part of me that has always longed to be able to ride a horse again without fear, with the kind of unspoken, mutual respect and partnership that comes with sharing lives on a daily basis over time. i am fortunate to care for my neighbors´ horses when they go out of town, and i do get to hear that special call they give the moment they hear my footsteps heading for the barn for a feeding (or a scritching), but they know me as their babysitter, (i don´t get to ride them) and i dream of something more. i´d love to be able to give free riding lessons to horse crazy girls, on a horse that i know will protect them, so that i can pass my love for these amazing creatures on to kids who would not otherwise get to experience being near them, the way it was passed to me when i was a horse crazy little girl.
which brings me to dream #3
my love for horses has manifested itself in my art. i started sculpting and painting horses as a child and i have always wanted a space, an art studio, that wasn´t also a kitchen, or a bedroom, or garage. a palace of creativity where i would have the room to create art,( and to spin and dye my own fiber and yarn), that i could then sell, so i could be financially secure enough to have my horse….
and my boobs.