I normally love my dreams because they’re an escape from reality, but recently I’ve started to hate them. Last night, I had a dream about confessing to my parents that I want to go vegan, and they both said yes! It might be strange for me to hate that dream, but I want to go vegan in real life, and I don’t know if I’ll be as successful in real life. We went to this random dream-generated city (it has a big lake and is a summery place) and we went to this nice vegan restaurant where my parents deliberately wanted to go there, for me. And there was even an underground train that took you to the mall, which had like 50 vegan restaurants! I was very sad when I woke up. Hopefully one day I’ll go vegan.