I am able to remember almost all of my dreams. They are always in color, are very lucid, and for the most part I am able to steer them. I've been told by others that I am very lucky. Anyway.... I took a nap yesterday afternoon and had a dream that my boys were in the house (I haven't seen them for almost 3 yrs.). In the dream I walked over to my youngest boy (he's 13 yrs old) and hugged him from behind, he grabbed my arms and hugged me back. It was so nice, so comforting. It felt so real and good - then I woke up. When reality rushed back I felt so crushed and alone. I miss them so much I actually experience physical pain and a huge rush of anxiety whenever I think of them. This isn't the first dream like this; I feel so down and depressed after these. I wish I didn't dream.