Last night, I had a nightmare that I went into an absolute frenzy of anger and screamed at everyone I know. It wasn't random, either — it was measured, focused rage. And it took everyone completely off guard, including myself, because whatever brought us together was a happy occasion. I woke up relieved that it all had been a dream; at the same time, I wanted to apologize to so many people. The dream was just one of several disturbing visions I had over the 10 hours or so that I slept.
But those dreams had an interesting side effect: I woke up feeling like all my anger, resentment and irritation had drained out of me. That was an unusual feeling, because even on good days, I typically feel like I could tap that frustration if prompted. It's like my brain had done some defragging while I slept, as sometimes happens, but usually that involves making connections in movies I've seen. As far as I can recall, it's the first time my brain has used this force for the greater good.
So I'm sorry if I yelled at you in my dream. It's all bygones now that we're awake.