Bittersweet Cough Syrup Dreams

I dreamt of living in an igloo with you.
An igloo which had a chimney that blew the clouds into the cold, blue sky.

I dreamt of you singing songs for me.
A song about us living in an igloo, with a big cherry tree outside, under which we'd huddle together and read.

I dreamt of us holding hands.
Hands which served Him. Hands clasped together in prayer. Hands which gave warmth and chased away the lonely cold.

Dare I dream?

Would these dreams turn out to be bitter? Or sweet?