Last night provided an example of another type of dream - the story driven one, which can be annoying not to finish, because I wanted to see how it ended.
This one involved time travel, and a secret, but the secret was not revealed. I did go into the future, but only into the same household. The lead female, in this movie-like scenario, was still pleased to see me, which was nice. Actually, now that I think about it, it seemed I was both actor and participant, but again the details are getting sketchy.