Dreams are beautiful, frightening things. I don't know if it's this for anybody else but I usually realize I'm having a dream and already trying to think "what does this mean". And I do believe our dreams tell us a lot.

My dream last night was no exception. I was in a job of some sorts of for the most part I was hanging out and having a generally good time with two ladies I have failed to act on. They both weren't there, it's just in my head the person with me would go back and forth. My actions and their words I now realize tell a sad story. But I'm only mid way through.