I woke up from a dream. It is usual for me to feel as though I have just shifted from one totally real environment to another. Usually the dream reality and my lying-in-bed-awake-in-the-middle-of-the-night reality are distinct, separate. Then in my lying-in-bed-in-the-middle-of-the-night reality I began to wonder if my dream had something in particular to say to me. I began to remember the dream, not trying to return to the dream, but bringing the things, the other people and the environment to mind, individually, slowly, paying attention to what each might evoke in me, memories, feelings, other associations. This time I did not discover any especially provocative reactions. It was a fun dream. Sometimes it is OK just to enjoy dreaming.