This is probably a repeat, but I couldn’t find it in my less than tidy file system.
The best dream I remember is one I had at a time of enormous discord in my life. I was lucky enough to have a Jungian psychologist helping me sort out my life, which meant I was having about six dreams a night, interpreted.
Finding myself in a walled city, I woke and bathed in an open- air bath. Above, on the hill, we were observed by three golden yellow watchers, angelic beings holding umbrellas. Gathering my baby, a basket of food and blanket, we went to the large door in the city wall. With a huge key, we opened the door and left, walking down the hill to a boat. We stepped onto the boat and were taken on a railway like journey, as if our future was mapped out for us. We felt safe and optimistic.
Following this dream I was on a high for three weeks.
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) Daily Post by Krista
‘What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory….’
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-this/
Barbara Pyett 