I just woke up from, what everyone would consider a very nice dream. Apart from the guy that was taking a baseball bat to several cars because he can never find a parking spot, and the sequence in the hospital, it was a great dream. And these are the kinds of dreams that I kinda don't like. Honestly. To have a period of happiness and bliss, just to have it torn away when I get woken up by Homes Under The Hammer, is not a pleasant experience. If I have a dream that involves and stirs my feelings, why should I then have to experience loss first thing in the morning?
Dreams fight dirty. They give you a glimpse of your heart's desire, the impossible, and then take it away when the morning comes.
