I liked that dream.  I mean I like it as an unpleasant truth about much of our life here.

I had a very pleasant dream last night...which is completely rare for me.  I dreamed that I was free!
Free of persecution, free of my imperfections, free of condemnation of any sort.  I felt great, and I
did not want to wake up, so badly I didn't want to wake up that I slept a total of 12 hours that night!
I have not slept for twelve hours any night since I was a young woman trying to get through college
and sometimes collapsed with utter exhaustion and slept a long time.  I felt completely free of pain,
and I lay there for some time when I woke up, not wanting to re-enter the pain of everyday living, the
loneliness, the awareness of imperfection, the unwise opinions of many.

Wishing for that to become our reality:  freedom from what holds us in bondage here!