Liberating and comforting dreams

Very pleasant dreams last night: in an old photo pocket at home, I found snapshots of old paintings I'd painted in my teens and destroyed (which I often did, in fact, but the paintings in this dream never existed); it's a kind of dream I've had many times, like the ones where I take the train with no luggage and almost no money, to go far away, somewhere else, to another life. Liberating and comforting dreams. Like finding an old photo album under a bed when you thought you'd lost it, or letters from loved ones.