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For the first time in a really long time I didn't have a nightmare last night or when I took a nap today. It wasn't that it made me afraid to go to sleep, my body longs for it all the time. Lately I've been in a constant state of exhaustion from too little sleep and too much work which leaves me with bizarre and vivid dreams I can clearly recall when I wake up. But each night as I lay down I knew I would wake up afraid shortly followed by a sense of relief, with quick breaths and a pounding heart.
Perhaps my dreams have served to remind me how realtively calm and peaceful my waking hours are. That no matter how sad I might be, how things might overwhelm me in the course of the day, I really have nothing to complain about. I think things made a turn for the better yesterday.
And for now I look forward to sweet dreams and a long vacation.