Bad dream = bad feelings

I had a dream right before I woke up this morning that I was at my parents' house, sitting in the porch, watching a heck of a wind storm outside.  Everything was blowing across the yard from the west, including actual structures.  I remember wondering if it was more than just wind, if there was a tornado or hurricane (in Ohio!  ha!), and why everyone was coming out to the porch with me to see what was going on.  There was a loud sound and the roof ripped off the patio cover, and I saw trees coming toward the house.  At that point, I told my parents that we should probably get to somewhere in the interior of the house to be safer (they don't have a basement).  I woke up feeling terrified and just not able to shake the feeling that something was happening outside.  Of course, nothing was, but dreams like that leave me feeling creepy and off for part of the day.

Bad dreams suck!  Luckily, I can reason it out.  My girls?  Not so much.  I feel so bad when one or the other has a bad dream and I just can't make it go away.  I remember how terrified I was as a child whenever I had a bad dream - I'd scream for Mom or Dad, and they'd have to come up to soothe me for a bit.  They'd always leave before I wanted them to, and I'd be left in the dark of my room still feeling terrified and unable to fall back asleep for awhile.  It was always worse if there was a storm going on outside, as my bed was right under the overhang of the roof.  Yuck.

Care to give me happy thoughts for the day?  I could really use them.