Grateful that I’m dreaming again via /r/gratitude

I went a long time without dreaming. I was a meth addict and didn’t sleep for very long so it makes sense that I didn’t have dreams. I remember the first dream I had once I got sober. It was about watching the bunny rabbits eat the stems from the veggies that I threw on the ground when we had gotten home one day from a road trip. I remember waking up from that dream feeling like I was a brand new person. Since then I dream every night. I read that when you dream it’s kind of like your brains way of going through therapy. It makes sense to me because I have a lot of scary dreams, a lot about my past but I wake up knowing that I’m safe in my bed. Even when my dreams serve as scary reminders I feel grateful for them healing me in their own way. I’m grateful for my dreams.