Last night my dream was a music video to “For The First Time” by The Script.  

I was at a train station for the unemployed and apparently there was some sort of heirarchy to where you should be standing, and I was too far forward.  A very attractive man started telling me I didn’t belong where I was.  I started being shamelessly sassy.  He fell in love with my snarky wit.  
And then we rode the train together and went to our home in the country.  

Woke up happy.  

I need people to stop giving me answers to questions I am not even asking.