Dreams are wonderful things. I just came to this realization, because I’ve traditionally hated dreams. Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a dream that resulted in me waking up happy in the morning. Usually just relieved.

Last night I had a dream where I was going to the western coast of Norway with my family (which I did this summer), and when we got there, we lived in a small house on a steep hillside. As it turned out, the house could fly. Probably got nothing to do with the fact that I watched this before falling asleep last night:

So what’s so wonderful about this? Well, now I know what it feels like to fly a house. It was a very vivid experience. We had to be careful not to tilt the house in flight, so when someone went to one side of the house, I had to go to the other. I remember diving down a snow covered fjord, and nearly hitting a mountain. Dreams provide us with experiences we otherwise would never have. I know what it feels like to be chased by a ghost, or show up at school in only your underwear. And although these experiences are largely unpleasant, it feeds into our creativity and, dare I say, enrich our lives.