I dreamed of a football stadium being raised high, I could have sworn it was a remarkable place. It looked like it was being raised by strong metal pillars. Everyone was seated as it was slowly raised up, everyone was yelling. But below that, there were bleachers on the ground on the opposite sides of the one above. Everyone was seated but we were all waiting anxiously for the game to begin. Even I was there. But all of the sudden, fear fell on all of us below. As we all understood that the stadium must come down before the game began. And it did, it came down fast, but softly. Wherein all who were seated above did not even bounce when it landed. We ran fast out of the way, as it landed. And we took our seats again, and the game began. And from where I sat, I can see that the stadium was not as remarkable as I imagined. Thus I saw, that it was the beauty of the teams facing each other, that made it raised high, not the stadium itself. From what I saw from this dream, was that the future isn't at all that we hope for, but it is the appreciation for what counts, that makes it what it is. What is your lesson from this dream?