The one where PetSmart wanted to pay us $40,000 to promote their store-brand gooshyfood? Good dream.
The one where we were in a zombie apocalypse, but it was mostly over, we were in a safe commune with good people and I was joking with them about how apparently the first thing that happens in a zombie apocalypse is people channel their inner champion welder, because every vehicle in the place looked like a cross between Mad Max and Monster Garage? Well, I don't know if you can call a zombie-infested end-of-the-world scenario GOOD, by the strictest definition, but despite that, the overall feeling of the dream was "We're winning, it's almost over, we're safe at the moment, and good LORD, man, what ridiculous things did you do to that Hummer?"
Waking up without a feeling of gnawing, consuming guilt, panic, and frustrated self-chastisement at myself over the first two? It's AWESOME. I can't remember the last time that's happened. It's been years. Here's hoping it's a good portent, or at least sets the tone for the coming holiday weekend! :)