Chasing the Sun: A Dreamy Departure

Last night was wild!
I dreamt of watching a vibrant sunset over the ocean.
The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, almost like an artist's canvas.
It felt so surreal—

like I was the main character in a movie.
I remember feeling a mix of peace and nostalgia, as if something beautiful was ending… or maybe just beginning?
Why does it feel like dreams hold so much meaning while we wake up to mundane reality?
Is there anyone else who gets all philosophical after dreaming about sunsets?