 I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal. I have old dreams to know a life of abundance, to experience community built on love and to serve with the spirit of hope. But as my dreams have become reality, I know that my dreams have been watered with the sweat of the poor, constructed with nails of injustice and supported by the labor of the suffering. The dreams I've known have been nightmares lived by another. So I must now stay awake to new dreams, where the poor share in abundance where community is built on justice and where friend, enemy, stranger and neighbor serve together in hope. New dreams. Dreams for us all.