My dreams are dark. I'm someone who distinctly remembers my dreams each night. The setting for which is usually nighttime, itself. Dark, dreary, with streetlights and lamps being my only glow. But last night was different. Last night, my dream was set in the afternoon of a summer's day. I was sitting on a low wall near the beach, with sunshine so bright it hurt to look up at the sky. It was warm. There were boys and girls lounging around in glaringly bright bathing suites of red and pink. I know, it isn't even February yet, but I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.