In a literal sense. Ever since I ditched my fucking toxic former employer and got a new job (where I’m not micromanaged within an inch of my life), I have started having vivid, REM-fueled dreams. Epic odysseys. Random adventures. Beating my former bosses at their own game. Fun fantasies. Whatever the subject, I haven’t dreamed like this since childhood. I’m not waking up three times a night in a panic. I haven’t drowned my slumber in booze.
I wish the same for all of those still fighting this fight. You deserve a peaceful slumber, and the physical renewal that comes with untroubled sleep.