I had another cool dream, but this one is among the emotional chart toppers.  Sadly, I don't recall a lot of details, and for some of it, you would actually have to have seen something I've seen.  I will attempt to accurately tell about this dream.  It's difficult, because the aspects are very complex.

  I am in an airport or a bus station (I forget which), and I'm with a female who is, though the actual relationship was not defined, I'll say my mate.  I think we were going somewhere, but throughout the dream, we never left the station, or whatever.

  Anyway, though her actual presence with me was flashing on and off, and was usually off, we were walking through, and as we approached a middle open area containing one round, no-backed and cushioned chair, not my dream self, but my dream knowledge (a narrator, to offer a decent analogy), told me (my real self) that my dream self wanted a daughter.

  This all happened in a matter of like one second, then I (my dream self, and without presence of mate) approached this chair, and only in the instant of being next to it, knew that the young girl laying in the chair was now mine.  In this dream, though the girl's actual mom had left her sitting there for only a moment, but because the girl was alone, and I wanted her, she was now rightfully mine.  The girl was around 10, or so.  I couldn't be sure.

  Here comes the really weird part.  The instant I look at her laying in this large chair, all objects, but her and the chair, disappear, and everything (her, the chair, and all else) changes to bright colors.  It's very difficult to explain exactly how the colors looked.  I almost want to say they were in bands, but that gives the wrong image.

  They were all the colors of the rainbow, though slightly pastel, or at least given a slightly silver quality, yet the colors were still very vivid, and where the colors faded into each other, they were almost bleached white.  Also, for part of the sequences, it seemed as if the scene was on finely pleated and very stiff "fabric".  Actually, it was a lot like a cartoon.

  Anyway, while I was looking at her, she laid on her side, with her back along the curve of the chair.  Size relations between her and the chair were not very proportional to reality.  When I looked at her, she would be looking up at me and smiling with great joy, and she and the chair would be turning like a record, though they would not be turning quite as fast as one.  There were only two or three separate instances where I actually looked at her, but every time, it all looked exactly like that.  When I looked up, everything was back to normal.

  Now the emotional part. This too is very complex.  I can't actually tell you the emotion, because it's not a single emotion, or a definable one.  I have to tell you each of the individual aspects, and you have to combine them all together.

  One emotion is intense joy, and I can't think of anything else to say on that one.  The other emotion is very tricky.  Something you have to understand about me is that I have a deep appreciation for all that, which is female, in form or in concept, for lack of a more accurate description.  For me, male is equivalent to strength, power, aggression, etc., while female is equivalent to beauty, nurturing, sensuality, etc....

  Understand that I am by no means a pedophile, but I can see qualities of beauty and sensuality, as they relate to physical appearance, in females of just about any age.  There are definitely limits, like babies and the really old, and then there are the incredibly unattractive people in the ages in between.

  Anyway, this girl, who looked almost cartoon-like, was, and this was mostly the dream associating the emotions, instead of it having a lot to do with how she actually looked, incredibly beautiful and exuding a certain level of sensuality in her appearance.

  So, you combine intense joy, only partially because I am getting a daughter, with the emotions related to her being so beautiful, etc. for a child.  It was like she was the absolute most perfect child I could have, because she was so incredibly suited to my personal tastes.  Understand, also, that while there was technically a certain level of sensuality involved, I was never looking upon her in a sexual manner.

  Anyway, the whole point is that these emotions were so intense, in the dream, that I was actually moved in real life almost to tears of joy.  I think the only thing that kept me from actually issuing tears was the times I looked up, for whatever reason.  I don't remember much, but for some reason, it turned out I was not able to keep her, because she somehow got lost, almost as if someone had inadvertently pushed the chair on down the hall while I was looking away, and when I looked back, I could not find her.

  Suddenly, a second child was placed in my hands with more spatial disproportion), there were some colors, though not as bright, and I could still see background stuff, plus she did not look as good, and she did not look at me, and she was just generally not nearly as good as the other girl.  I woke up shortly after while in dream confusion.

  As I've said, it's the intensity of the emotions that is the point, and there's something interesting about that.  I have certain spiritual beliefs, and as they are related to the soul, and its relation to the body, it is experiences like that dream that seem to back up my beliefs.

  Admittedly, from an objective point of view, you can't be too sure if the sense is backing up the belief, or if the belief is creating the sense, but I really feel it's the former.  To give the super-condensed version, I feel that the soul is pretty much pure emotion, specifically love, and our bodies are enormous hindrances in experiencing purity.

  I've had other dreams where I've experienced intense emotions of joy, though this one takes the cake, but with every one, no matter how intense, I feel the full power of the emotion is being held back, out of reach.  No matter how intense the joy and love gets, there will always be an empty spot due to the physical factor, and in its own way, it is pure torturous agony.

  I think this is the cause of tears of joy.  The intense emotions are pushing like mad to get out, to explode to glory, but the physical factor is a barrier.  You might compare it to having your body trying to expand a lot, while being mostly wrapped in narrow leather straps.  Parts of your flesh are allowed freedom, but the other parts are experiencing the squeezing, plus there's the stretching in the areas in between the two.