Memories of Dreams

Well, a strange bit of neuronal connection seems to be happening lately.  In my head, that is.  That is this: I'm having distinct memories of dreams.  Dreams that I had long ago.  Of events that never actually happened, nor could ever occur.  Weird thing, that, to be stuck inside of a cloud of nostalgia for a dream.  I know it might seem quaint, but I was sucked in by the "devil" in my recent dream memory.  He was charming, and cunning, and I emulated him.  Of course, my notion of right vs. wrong was totally skewed until the end of the dream, when I was shown the error of my ways, and their irreversible consequences.