Dreams are dreams...

I often wonder the meaning of dreams that I remember vividly after waking from a deep slumber. Why and how do I remember only certain dreams and not all of them? Dreams are just dreams - I realize that, but sometimes they can be freakishly real.

Last night, I almost felt like I went back in time. My dream seemed to mystically represent what my life would be like if I hadn't made some of the decisions I've made over the last year. At least what I think my life would be like.

It was very bizarre because under the circumstances of my dream, I didn't expect to wake up knowing how happy I was in it. The reason I feel this is so strange is because in reality, I can't be happier with the decisions I did make and the way my life is like. Its been a year of life changes and I have absolutely no regret. But having no regret doesn't mean you don't sometimes wonder or think about it, especially since this is the perfect time for reflecting on the last year.

Its dreams like this that brings out my curiosity of the meanings of them, if there is one at all. The only thing I can really do about it is appreciate it wasn't a nightmare.