... a short dream.
A first dream.
... of multiple dreams ...
There were others after, interspersed with worries and stress caused by work pressures and the nurse manager telling me i nearly killed one of their patients - because receptionists are the enemy and they aren't my patients at all even though I've been there five years or more.
In my dream i had a massage. Not just an ordinary massage. More nearly a ceremony with smoke, and fragrance, but not incense, and though it could have turned sexual (of please! Yes please! I never get to have sex dreams, damnit!!!!) it was just lovely and i woke up with the shoulder i am continually troubled by with cramps and spasms all soft and lush and relaxed. Everything was relaxed.
It was beautiful.