I had a dream...

It wasn't the meaningful and important kind like those of Martin Luther King but it was one of those good old dreams nonetheless. It brought me back to university years, when I went to class and chat up with friends. It was when there was a lot more fun beyond work and school topics. A bunch of us would get into one car and we were dropped off from one side of the campus to the other to go to class. My friends would wait with me after class as I waited for my ride...in my dream a BMW 1 series came...but well...reality was another kind. =p Our priorities dealt with what to do on the weekend, where we bought that coat, what movie to watch...and then that dreadful assignment or exam. It was when I felt young. I'm not old by any means but I think I'm beginning the ages when one is no longer considered young. Nice to see old pals...even just in a dream.