I had dreams last night.
Not nightmares. Dreams.
I usually only have nightmares. One night full of nightmares every four to five weeks. The nightmares don't upset me, at least not upon waking. I always assumed they were just my brain dumping built-up stress or what have as part of the regularly scheduled disk defragging.
But tonight, I had dreams. Lovely dreams. They were based too much on the media I watch, but still, perfectly nice dreams.
I feel content but also suspicious of feeling content. It's weird when nice isn't normal.