How depressing it would be if my dreams only told me about my unfulfilled desires, if, upon analysis, they were only telling me how inadequate and messed up I am, how I am not living up to my potential, how I am looking at every thing in my waking life skewed, or even worse, that they mean nothing at all! How anxiety provoking. How terrible it would be to live even one more moment!
How wonderful it is that they are friends and visitors that tell me what and how I am doing in the largest perspective, and give me purpose in life.