Sometimes my morals infiltrate my dreams and sometimes not. The other night I dreamed Jim Halpert was putting the moves on me and I was appalled, and I reminded him he was engaged to Pam. But in another dream, I was smoking a cigarette. I guess a dream is more like a play enacted by your mind showing you whatever it wants, and is not controlled by your decisions. This is with the exception of lucid dreams, which are great because then you literally can live the dream without the boundaries of reality, which is usually better than t.v.