Better - not to dream ...

Sometimes, even poems I make a dream ... And I forget them, almost immediately, alas. I remember only the brighter dreams ... With my son, before he was married, we were at sea. His father was engaged in duty, and how could we refuse the invitation to friends? Well, it was our weekend break and we had to go home. The morning before departure, we were last for an hour or two on the beach, lunch and before we lay down for a while. And what I was dreaming about happened a few hours later, one to one. Only, at the end, the opposite happened. I remember this dream for years ... We traveled wonderfully after the even more wonderful vacation, and we stopped for a holiday several times. For trouble, shortly before our city, the gas is over. Okay, we were close to the gas station, where / against our last money / they poured us gas in a bottle. So even in the light, we both went home safely ... Yes, my dream was almost marvelous, but inactive ...? Everything happened the same until the moment when the gas station refused to pour a little gas into a bottle. And then we did not have GSM and yet - / a little bit on foot, more with the trolley / to go home and send my husband to deal with the unpredictable situation ... I wish I did not dream because I noticed - my dreams predict more frequent trouble. For example, before my own vehicle burned, I was dreaming of a severe sleep - an explosion ... Well, I have nice dreams - if I have to get money / salary, I often see my parents sleeping. / And in that world they take care of me, dear ones. But it would be better if I did not dream. But, in my emotion ...