This morning I woke up, snuggled in my bed, wrapped in the arms of my fiancee with the single thought...that was a beautiful dream. My very next thought was...I don't dream. What I do dream, things happen. Me dreaming is a cause for caution and gaurded openness. Even happy dreams are a reason to move forward with trepidation.

The dream itself left me with a feeling of a serenity. I wish that I could remember details so that I could share them. But I think what's more significant is that I dreamed and how I felt about the dream.