I slept poorly last night and had terrible dreams which included a dream about buying and then shattering a very expensive bottle of liquor, a dream about being late to work, and a dream about my bike being stolen (which is a regularly occurring nightmare). When I try to describe the feeling of waking up from this nightmare and finding both bikes safely in my room I think of a line from Junot Diaz:
There is nothing more exhilarating than saving yourself by the simple act of waking.
Anne Foster 
I also slept poorly because I made the bad choice of drinking coffee with dessert. This kept me up which led me to thinking about death which led me to distracting myself with wedding planning.
Emily
Lately, I have been having some incredible dreams. I have really enjoyed them. This morning, I woke up and had to spend long minutes separating reality from dreams because I so clearly remembered the dream, I couldn’t convince myself that it hadn’t happened.
I love those kinds of dreams! (Unless they’re scary ones.)