Oh my god! When I wake up and realize the bad dream isn’t reality, that’s enough for me!!! The realization that everything horrible I thought was happening isn’t actually happening is rewarding enough for me to get over it. Of course, I may be speaking from too much experience. Ever since I was about 2 years old, I have had approximately three dreams per week during which I am about to get murdered (always in a different manner / different circumstance / different killer), too. So maybe I’m just desensitized, but I’m sure glad when I wake up in the safety of my bed, next to my boyfriend. :)