I had the happiest dream. I was chasing around a huge building that I did not know, with people I did not know. Having lots of fun. The police started running around laughing and going into different rooms. I started building a pipe organ which seemed organic. I was playing and people would stop and have a chat. I got up and ran around again. There were suddenly loads of plants started popping up all shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The organ I had built turned into a tree and I started to climb it. and when I did I ended up on the roof of this huge house, which was surrounded by a river with the sunlight twinkling and dancing on the waters surface. I was entranced by the dancing light and I heard laughter coming from people climbing the tree. I then woke up. It was a dream so vivid but odd as dreams can be a mixture of ordinary with the absurd and beauty intertwining. I woke feeling good and happy. A happiness that has not been in my spirit for a while.
Outside it was day time and  the sunshine was shining through my window filling the bedroom with not a blazing light but a softer light defused by the curtains. I felt today was going to be a happy day and in many ways it was. The dream had acted like a medicine and lifted a weight off my chest that had lasted far too long. Funny how laughter and play in dreams can help so much. I wonder if I will dream a similar dream tonight.