Dream A Little Dream Of Me

People have a tendency to need an explanation for every aspect of their lives. Just because there are things we don't know. they do not have to be wraped up in neat little packages. Like religion. Another occurance in our lives has given us cause to over analize - what do our dreams mean? Unless you have terrifing nightmares, just close your eyes, go to sleep and enjoy the little senarios that occur. Mine are a bit surreal, but hey, they are rather interesting. I only wish that they would be a bit more carnal. Last night I had two good ones. I remember dreaming of visiting a friend working at a jewelry kiosk at a mall. In real life she is a realtor. After leaving her and proceeding to the UP escalator, I ran into an aquaintance getting off the DOWN escalator. She was a co-worker of my aunt's who happens to be dead for over 25 years. My other recalled dream involved my having a conversation with the second oldest son from "Malcolm In The Middle." During our conversation, he was wisked away by the police for posession of meth amphedamine. Why did I dream of these things? I don't know and frankly I don't care. I just am enjoying the ride.