When I can manage to sleep and when they’re not nightmares that frighten me out of my skin, my dreams can be quite entertaining. I would even go so far as to say liberating, in that I can do many things in my dreams that, heh, I wouldn’t dream of doing in real life.
The best part about my good dreams is when I manage to get a story out of them. Like this morning. It’s the first story idea I’ve managed to come up with in weeks and all because of a dream.