First of all, watch this. Please.
I also encourage you to spend half your lunch break reading Catherynne Valente's wonderful new story "The Bread We Eat in Dreams" in Apex here.
I actually dreamed about a good friend last night and it turned out that today is his birthday (I am very bad at remembering birthdays). In the dream, we were about to go to a party. I like to think that our dreamselves are there now, laughing and dancing with all of our friends.
Speaking of dream parties, why not put on a floaty dress or a mask. Spin around in a circle.
And do whatever you need to do to shake it out.