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!
This happens to me quite often that I feel bad in a dream and when I realize that it was only a dream, I feel very relieved. I find it difficult to recall any dreams where I felt really good. What does this mean, I wonder.
Stress? Occasionally I’ll have a lucid dream where I realize while I’m in the dream that it’s a dream and can manipulate it to come out better!
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Dreams are great therapists, aren’t they?
Big hug, Dina
Good ones like this certainly went a long way for me to make peace with my Dad’s passing.
Obviously. I hope you find it comforting.
All the best, Dina
That is a beautiful dream to treasure.
All these years later and it still bring comfort
It will stay for the rest of your life 😛
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What a beautiful dream you had Gail.
Thanks, and thanks for visiting! I always enjoy reading your posts.
O.o I long for dreams like this. When you’re missing loved ones who passed away, it’s like a treat to be with them even in dreams. I dreamed of my grandmother recently, she was my favorite person. She’ll always be in my heart.
XOXO
They certainly are blessing to comfort us.
What a beautiful dream about your father. And the cookie one sounds stressful but a bit amusing in hindsight.