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.
Those kinds of dreams make me really sad. I’m always so happy in the dream thinking I was wrong that they were gone and then when I wake up and realize it was just a dream… it’s hard.
Not sure if OP was talking about in the dream or not. For me at least, how I feel about it would be completely opposite.
Me too. I had a (nonlucid) dream similar to OP’s, but I have siblings and we fought about time with our mother in the dream. I woke up crying and feeling guilty for not having shared better.