Dreams part 1

I've been having dreams lately which is a pleasant surprise because it's been something that I have not experienced in a while. I am just putting a couple of them down on the page so I can remember them later on.

Yesterday:
Last night's dream involved a lady named Dia Frampton. In my dream, Dia's appearance was difference from her actual appearance yet it was still her. Her hair was styled very similarly yet differently from Sara Kiersten Quin; the front was short (like Sara) yet at the back it was kinda shaven and one of her sides was accompanied by a short padawan braid. Her nose was a bit slimmer and longer than her actual nose and her skin was a bit fairer than her actual skin. I bet you're thinking... "How can that be Dia Frampton when none of her physical characteristics are the same?" I really don't have an answer. But it was her; her voice was the same maybe?
Anyways, this is what I remember: My sister was much younger than me (6 or 7 maybe) yet I was still 21. I was inside my family room which was the same except that the four walls were expanded and the fireplace was just a brick wall. I was sitting down lying against the brick wall. My sister was beside me and Dia (who was also a bit younger @ 20 yrs) beside her; both of them were also sitting up against the large brick wall. I was talking to Dia while I observed my sister continually drop her head down nodding in and out of sleep. As my sister grew tired, I picked her up, moved her to my left side then she fell asleep on me. Now I was in the middle of the two girls. As our conversation continued, Dia also began to get sleepy and ended up sleeping on my shoulder. The next scene was still in the family room. The three of us were awake and facing my dad's fish tank which was relocated to where our stereo system is and expanded to fit a dogfish shark and small ocean animals. My dad was in the scene and was explaining the different ceramic decorations that lined the top of the tank. There were four large ceramic figures all slighty with the body like a piggy bank yet had the theme of a harbor. One was a fat seagull, th other a blow fish, the other a tugboat, and the last something lined with seaweed. Once again the scene shifted. This time it was in a townhouse that had a wooden interior. The sun shone beautifully through a small window which made you feel as though you were in a carpenter's workshop. I thought I was in this house by myself until I heard Dia's voice, conversing with two other women, coming from upstairs. Dia instructed me to not come upstairs so I entertained myself by fiddling with some wooded blocks on the table while waiting for someone to appear. I heard Meg Frampton's voice rushing down the stairs; this triggered a very uncomfortable tug of self-consciousness. For 3 seconds, I saw Meg Frampton walk passed me. She had a really beautiful Bob cut which bounced a bit as she entered the room and left into the garage. Then I woke up.

Was there a message behind this dream? I doubt it. But it was enjoyable none the less. Heading to the gym in the 1st time in about 2 months. I hope I survive.