Dear Diary,

I don’t enjoy dreaming, for the last few years I’ve had a lot of odd dreams. I mean, a tremendous amount of odd, scary, disturbing dreams. I even prayed for less dreams. I was tired all the time and only slept for 5 hours maximum. My prayers were answered, I honestly only remembered my dreams once every 2 months and even those dreams were disturbing. Sometimes the same person would appear in my dreams every time, but last night was different. I woke up happy, content, and at peace. It wasn’t a romance dream with a stalker lurking in the background, or about someone trying to kill me. I’ve had dreams about close family and friends killing me. I’ve had the same guy appear in my dream as a stalker. I’ve had another appear in my dream as someone trying to love me, but was a complete creep. This dream made me feel different, the creep was no longer creepy. It was the beginning of something real that developed rather quickly, but it grew, it wasn’t rushed. I’m always rushing, which makes a lot of sense to me now. Maybe life is telling me to slow down. I also lost my car and tried to find it by searching my last destination… hilarious. I thought if I searched my last location I’d find my car. I woke up content because my dream was showing me things about myself I need to work on in order to move forward positively and in love. I know it was just a dream, but it felt good to dream without waking up in a cold sweat.