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When was the last time a dream made you feel genuinely happy, and what was it about? (lemm.ee)

submitted 1 year ago by aCosmicWave@lemm.ee to c/asklemmy@lemmy.ml

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About 3 years ago I dreamt that I was in a downtown Chicago office interviewing for a fancy new job. For whatever reason my mom came along for the interview and was patiently waiting for me in the office lobby. About half way through the interview it began to dawn on me that my mom passed away over a decade ago. This realization effectively transformed my dream into a lucid one. I quickly ditched the interview, grabbed my mom, and we spent the rest of the day enjoying downtown Chicago. I took her out for tea, caught her up on my life, and we made the absolute most of the little time we had together.

The memories from this dream are as vivid as the memories from my real life and I treasure them dearly.

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[–] LadyFreya@lemmy.world 8 points 1 year ago

I dreamed Iwas back in high school and every class was replaced with a single class the school claimed covered every education basis. The class was called cool knitting and it was just a sweatshop. I woke up houling with laughter