I find dreams fascinating. For whatever reason I almost always remember my dreams. Some memories are more distinct for me than others. At times I awake with just a sense of what my dream might have been. Over the years I have had reoccurring dreams. One dream that comes back to me often is based on my Aunt's home where I spent a lot of time as a child. This morning I woke at 5:30 but forced myself to go back to sleep. As I drifted off I was thinking about my cousin J and her upcoming wedding shower. At some point before I got up for the day I drifted into a dream that took place at my Aunts house. It followed the patter that these dreams have taken over the years. The house was the same but different. It had a finished basement that served as a television studio and the rest of the house had been turned into a funeral home. Weird! There were strangers in the dream as well as my immediate family. While I didn't see my Aunt, I felt her presence in my dream. When I woke up the dream stayed with me for some time.