About a year ago, I had a dream in which I was flying over a field of flowers. The flowers were yellow- maybe they were a kind of tulip- and the sky was a vivid, amazing blue. All I remember is floating above the field with that sky behind me- I flew slowly across the entire field in a cool, gentle breeze. It must have been late afternoon, because the sunlight was soft and golden. When I woke up and remembered, I felt the same sense of contentment, serenity, and utter happiness wash over me.
At times the dream comes back when I am awake, especially when I am unhappy. What a beautiful way my brain has chosen to cope.