I am a very vivid dreamer. My nights are incredibly joyful, I have my own personal movie theater in my brain, and I am the director of every movie. Almost every dream I have has a plot, with a beginning, setup, climax and resolution. Sometime they are tense, sometimes warm and happy, sometimes weird, and sometimes they are not exactly dreams but more like nightmares, with blood and corpses and all, but still, very oddly long and detailed.
The other day I had another dream, whose beginning is unimportant. What affected me most when I woke up was the very end of it.
In my dream, we are in a hospital, I think I am working there too. I'm wearing a white coat and I'm pretty sure I had dark hair in a very short bob. There is this little kid, who is troubled. He had lost his mom sometime ago, and the father is in his own distress. A doctor in the hospital, whom I will call Wilson and who seems to be a friend of mine in the dream, knows the family and is very concerned about the kid. I am so touched by this kid, I want to help him very much. He relives the death of his mother at the hospital (because of an educated jerk at the hospital after which Wilson runs into the room and is shocked to see what happenned) and he starts reacting badly to it. He thinks he is seeing dead people around him and he is so scared he starts running around in the hospital in an anxiety attack trying to avoid them. I can feel the concern and warmth in my heart.
Wilson and I take the little boy, hold his hands on each side, and tell him that we will walk with him, and the images will disappear, that they cannot scare him any more. I tell him that while we walk, he needs to breath, and remind him that the dead will try to scare him more when he ignores them, but eventually they will give up. We start walking together. Poor little kid is so nervous. He wants to run away constantly but we are there with him and we will protect him. We hold his hands tightly. I can somehow see the dead he sees. First they are only dead bodies laying on the ground. We walk out in a very busy street, and no one but this little kid seems to see them. They are not too scary, I am not afraid in my dream, because I know I am helping this little boy. As we walk, the dead start walking too, seeing that the little boy is not scared and is not running away while they are laying down. They walk in the same direction as we do, in front of us. I tell the little boy again that they will taunt him even more, but it's harmless, and we will just have to calmly walk through them. Then the dead all turn into dwarfs, still walking. The little boy does his best not to run away, he is very scared but he is brave. Then the dead turn into giant men. I tell the boy that they are only trying to make themselves more distinctive in the crowd, more scary to him. The kid nods. Then the dead start running in front of us. The little boy is so scared, he is fighting our hands to release him, he wants to run away. We tell him that we are close. And when he agrees to stay, and calmly walk, once more, the dead all disappear. We have ended up in a somewhat busy square now, we're not in the street anymore, the street ended with this open space, and all the dead are gone.
Wilson and I take him to the side walk in front of the hospital, where we sit on a small wall that holds the garden behind us. Wilson and the little boy sit next to each other. Wilson is very happy, and the little kid is still in shock, he is happy, but very silent, I think he still cannot believe that they are gone. We talk to him, but mostly Wilson talks to him, in warm healing words. I sit in front of the boy, holding his hands in mine, I am incredibly emotional that this kid had to go through this hell, but came out of it, and we could help him out of it. While Wilson talks, I hug the kid, very firmly, and I cannot hold my tears anymore and I choke ever so slightly while hugging him, hoping he wouldn't realize I'm crying, I am very happy, with incredible warmth in my heart. Wilson sees me crying, and smiles.
I wake up with my chest heavy but warm.
What a dream. Even after days I am still feeling the dream. It was a very good feeling, but very big, very hard and very emotional too.
I checked many interpretations, almost all are good omens, but I feel like these dream interpretation books rarely interpret anything into bad. Regardless, I think one premonition that this dream does is that, if I ever become a mom, I want to have a son.
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