My first dream wasn’t very nice. Well it was a nice dream because my mum was alive again but not so nice when I woke up.
The second dream was better. I was on a date and for some reason it was a three person date; me, another guy and a girl. It was going really well and the other guy had to leave. It was just the two of us and we began to talk. She was really pretty and funny and I began to have a really great time. We decided to go get something to eat so we hopped on a bus. As it arrived to our stop we both rushed downstairs and as I was running out the door, the driver closed them too early. We were separated and I spent the rest of the dream wandering the streets and looking for her.