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.