Last weekend I had one of the most beautiful dreams in my entire life. It wasn’t one of those dreams where I become incredibly rich and realize within the dream that this must be a dream, but one where I was sure that it was a dream and actually just enjoyed what was going on. The dream wasn’t about something that would ultimately change my life, but a very simple “perfect” situation.
After all, memories are memories, if you remember a dream or something that actually happened, where is the difference?