Treatise on Personal Philosophies

I had a dream, last night.
 While I was asleep.
  A normal dream.  Not one that should
     Disturb

I woke, during the dream.
 Admittedly, this is the way in which one
  Normally remembers.
     I remembered it, though.

I dreamed.
 Not a beautiful dream.
  Not the sort of dream you'd remember for years.
     Not the sort of dream that's significant.

It was about a train.
 It was insignificant.
    But I dreamed.

Why did I remember this dream?
Why not another?  One more suited to my
    Personal development?
Why do I do things in my life, that hurt me?
  Why is it so easy to
Live a lie?
    Why is it so easy to
        Fail?