the dream was as if I made a fantasy ideal childhood for myself. I can’t remember much but some parts got really detailed and i was conscious enough to be very emotional. In this dream I was the only child to live with my mother as she got divorced, I was trans at a very young age and already transitioning. my mother accepted me, she was insanely smart, kindhearted, warm, cute, and gentle. from her looks you’d guess she was in her 30s. I had come home from school after getting off the bus, as it drove away and I walked to the front door I had slowly shapeshifted into this current irl version of me but slightly more idealistic of how I want to be. everything was as if I was a young girl coming home but you just swapped out my character model for a different one. my mom welcomed me home with a big hug, I could hear a godly warmth from her embrace and voice. then she held me by my shoulders, seemed to pierce into my soul with her eyes, and had said gently but sincerely “you’re not my Sylvie, are you?” now being awake it was like when Thor met Frigga when he time traveled back before she died. in this dream my mom then had hugged me again and said that everything will be ok, that she can be my mother too and will take care of me. then she had pulled back and sat down with me and asked what my struggles were, what’s going on that would bring me here. I had a very blurry trauma dump of my life but it was rather short and I can’t remember any of the details. she had teared up and comforted me then said it was time for me to go but she will always be there for me. then I woke up feeling like utter shit with a bit of hate that I had woken up from that.