I just had an intense dream where lots of things were going on, and I can see all kinds of meaning in the events, locations and people I interacted with (including a rather comical actor impersonating an aboriginal monk who drove a convertible and taxied students around the city, dispensing wisdom and witty observations). The interesting part, however, is that I cried, in my dream.
I can’t recall ever having done that, but it was the exact same release as when I cry while awake. And that is significant. 