I had a really nice dream last night. It happens every now and then. It's always irritating, though. It puts me into a good mood (me of all people) and from there I have nowhere to go but down.
Down when I remember that it was just a dream. Down when I remember that dreams don't necessarily reflect reality, that all too often they represent other things. Hopes, wishes, expectations that in reality are long-gone.
Just keep beating that dead horse, Dave. Maybe it'll get back on its feet.