Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

I've been posting recently about troubling or distressing dreams.  But here's the thing.

Two nights in a row, I've had great dreams.

Night before last, I woke myself up laughing.  Not the first time it's happened, but the first time in a long time.  I don't recall exactly what made me laugh, but there were some kids putting on a skit to fund their invention - something like a Cat Aquarium.

Not even close, Google Images.

Again, what exactly made me laugh in the dream hard enough that I woke up laughing, who knows?  More to the point, who cares?  I remember thinking, "If I can still wake up laughing, I'm not broken!"  And for someone who felt a little broken.  Ok, a lot broken, it was a revelations.

Guess what?  I'm far from broken.

Last night, I had a dream that some family members were having a party, and as part of it, they were presenting a key moment in the lives of everyone in the family.  The first two were a recalling of times that the members fell in love.  They came to the presentation about me, and it was recalling how socially awkward I was in 5th grade.  And I stopped them and protested that they had chosen something bad for me.  And I started explaining how things got better.  And I at some point broke into a song:  "I know that I am friendly, and I know that I am kind.  I know that I am funny, and I know that I am happy.  And I don't need anybody else to tell me that."  And as the song ended, my alarm went off.

I am so, so far from broken.