Scared to be happy

I dreamt.

It was a sweet dream. It was a great day, sunny on the beach, and I'm riding (a bike) along a path beside the beach. Then suddenly this girl comes comes flying at me with open arms. I see her and pluck her out of thin air, and we embrace. It seemed the perfect moment, the culmination of so much time longing, thinking about this moment. It seemed too unreal, beautiful, but my mind realized this and refused to indulge in the moment. I felt held back as though is was not alright to be happy.

Things became a bit weird from then on, the girls father emerged and started to lecture us about how it was wrong, some other persons emerged and appeared to gawk. Out of frustration I scremed at the girl's father (which is very unlike me I must add) :

"SHUT UP ! This is my dream!"

Thats when I woke up and thought about it somemore. Why was I afraid in the dream? Why are things we know we want so hard to give up on things we already have, to have new things we know we want? Why are we afraid to be happy? On the other hand, we dont get rid of things that make us smile.

I know I didnt make much sense on that explaining my thoughts, it was a dream afterall and it was just a mix of emotions that blended together to make this weird-emo rant. Opinions?

ANYWAY,

On the other hand, I took Esther (or rather she took me) to see Ratatouille and it was as awesome show! 5 of 5! Id say its even better than Incredibles. Pixar has really outdone themselves on this one.