Being grateful dreams aren't real!

I had a nightmare last night. I don't know if this is normal because it feels like a kind of childish thing to say, but I had a nightmare, and it didn't make any sense as they so rarely do, but it was about some sort of ghost or paranormal presence, something about cars being able to drive without wheels and wheels moving by themselves... like I said, it didn't make any sense, but it was one of those dreams I have sometimes that just feels really creepy and scary, you know? Like watching a scary movie or something. (See my scared face below!)

Anyway, I woke up in the middle of the night and my first blurry, semi-logical thought was that I was back in the real world and that dreams aren't real, and thank goodness they aren't because that wasn't a very nice one. So even though it was a crappy dream, I woke up feeling safe, and sort of happy in a way (but still a bit creeped out) and just generally grateful that whatever creepy thing I was dreaming about isn't real. Phew!