what are dreams made of?

Do you ever have one of those dreams that just haunts you after you wake up? It wasn’t necessarily a bad dream…but it just resonates somehow and your mind won’t let go of it? That’s what happened to me this morning. I had a dream, one of those “what if my life had gone a different direction” dreams, that I’ve been going over and over in my head all day. Partially because I don’t understand why it hit me so hard, and partially because it was just so weird. There were people in this dream that I hadn’t thought about in a LONG time. I usually don’t remember my dreams, or I’ll have one that was so realistic I wake up wondering if it really happened. This one did not fit into either of those categories. Just by waking up in my own bed in South Carolina made me certain my dream was a figment of my overactive imagination. (As an aside… Figment was my favorite character at Disney World when I was a kid). But it’s weird that this dream was obviously not real, even in my just-woke-up-i-hate-the-morning grogginess, and yet I couldn’t let it go. Obviously it’s still stuck in my head since I’m blogging about it – and it’s been about 20 hours! I just hope I can let it go before tonight, because I don’t want to dream about it again.