Once upon a time I used to dread dreaming. My mind would regularly be plagued with horrific images, stressful situations, traumatic incidents reenacted.
Ever since May of this year, however, this has changed. For one thing, I've had several significant events that have undoubtedly altered my life for the better. My dreams have suddenly grown more vivid, more meaningful in a symbolically positive sense. Even ones that should be horrifying end up being something else entirely. I reflect on them with greater frequency rather than wake up and try to forget that the terror that besieged my mind, in fact more often or not I truly don't want to forget most of them now. I want to remember them so I may recall the value and meaning they hold.
This is a wonderful, even beautiful change for me. Even the act of sleep seems more pleasant, more welcomed as a result.