My best dream was short as well as sweet. It was a few months after my father passed away. I dreamed I saw him, dressed in white and smiling. He spoke to me and assured me he was ok, and happy. I hugged him and as tears coursed down my cheeks, I awoke, sobbing. (Just recounting this right now is causing my eyes to prick with tears again, and he has been gone now for almost 19 years.)
In a more recent “sweet” dream, I was eating a sugar cookie. Sweet? Not so much! I am trying to stay away from sugar and have been sugar-free since January first! In my dream the cookie didn’t even taste good and I felt really bad for breaking my streak. I woke up and was relieved to know it was only a dream and my streak was intact!