One of the things I hate the most about getting older, is having to forgo plans because one of your many body parts has decided for some unknown reason to just go to shit. Wanted to go somewhere? Sorry, your back just went out. Want to go out to eat? Sorry, your hip doesn't want to move. Stupid body.
I don't want too chase my dreams. I want to hire a private investigator to follow my dreams around town and gather information. Then when the time is right I'll confront my dreams with what I know of it and blackmail it into giving me what I want.