Sometimes I dream that I am dreaming. In those dreams, I know I am in bed, asleep. Yet, that is part of the dream. I am not aware of really being in bed. I dream I am in bed in a bungalow on the beach, dreaming as I listen to the waves of the ocean.

Or I dream I am sleeping in a tent, in a meadow, listening to the birds sing.

Sometimes, in these dreams, I can feel the warmth of the sunshine on my face.  Sometimes, I can feel the breeze ruffle my hair and tickle my cheek.

I treasure these kinds of dreams. These are the few that have no worries, no stress, no time pressure.

Just… dreams.