I had one of those dreams last night from which you never want to wake up. I don't know any better way to explain it.
In the dream I traveled to Virginia with one of our local elders to teach people about canoes and Chamorro warfare.
A girl I used to know in Orlando was at the Chamorro warfare presentation and gave me three foreign bills with hearts printed on them. What foreign currency has little red hearts?
Then I went to three different bars in Washington DC, where I kept running into people that I knew from college.
I saw a really good friend walk into the bar and when I went over to say hello, it wasn't him. He was wearing a Gryffindor scarf.
...and oh yeah, I was married to Patty Coleman!
I feel sorry for you if you read this post, but I'm excepting dream interpretations in the comments section.