A Good Dream Indeed

Sienna woke up this morning and told me she had a good dream last night. I said, "Let's hear your good dream." She recalled that she and I went shopping for slippers. I was holding her hand. And I paid for the slippers and we went home. Wasn't it something that actually happened? Maybe Sienna is like me: don't do much dreaming, or day-dreaming, for that matter. We are mostly what you called the Realists.