I've been having the most wonderful dreams for the last few months. It's not so much the context of them that would be interesting to anyone, it's the experience of them though. They feel so real and so engaging, it hurts to wake up every day just because I want those vivid dreams to last forever.
I don't know if this means anything if anyone wants to give me some pseudo psychoanalysis.

For example, last night I dreamed I went outside and looked up at the sky and I could see a sort of mirrored world above me. There was a farm house with a barn and sheds and it was almost like a fort enclosed in these white walls. The mirrored world was completely devoid of people and animals despite looking "lived in" I just wanted to stand there and stare at it forever.

I think my favorite thing about my dreams is i always have a sort of Alice in wonderland thing going on where the scale of everything around me is so massive.