My dreams are typically downers: Dreaded relapses into severed relationships. Transportation tragedies. Elevator quirks. But the past two nights have been lovely. Wednesday brought me racks full of luxurious, dressy new clothing. Last night, a freshly built, spacious new home. In both, I was resistant. Then accepting. Then thrilled. My real-life interests are different. My home is small, ancient and cluttered. My favourite clothes reconstructed or just plain old. But I loved the expansiveness. The excitement. The fresh new starts. That's four good dreams, now. I think I'm on a roll.