The dream I had was a good dream, in a way. I guess it was a good dream. I don’t think too much about dreams because they rarely happen for me (or I rarely remember them at least). If they are supposed to mean something, I don’t know what they mean. Maybe this dream was a bad one to have, but yet it was good in its own little way. I couldn’t control my dream last night though so it would have happened anyway. The vaigueness of the post will annoy some I think.