Dreams....

[maharani24]

.....I keep having a very vivid dream of a blond boy around the age of 12 to 18 months old. This child was standing in a hall, it wasnt very wide, one side of the hall had a few.. decorations? maybe pictures.. the carpet, tan or beige.. or maybe a mix between the two. He was standing along the wall holding his face in his hands and crying when I found him. I remember the house being very small, maybe even an appt of some type. One bedroom, one small bath, I remember a closet close to the bedroom and a tv in the room, lots and lots of books.. magazines maybe.. here and there and everywhere in the house, but the bedroom was what mostly stood out.. the kitchen smelled like something great was cooked, but what it was, Im not sure. Seemed like there were lots of ppl somewhere in the house, but I was the only one that seen him. I could hear him crying before I could see him, seemed like the hall was really long.. but when I found the him, he came to me holding his arms out to be picked up and when I picked him up he seemed to cling on for dear life and immediately i felt as though he was extremly relieved that someone was there. He touched and held my face with little hands and smiled at me. I remember tears still on his cheeks when he did this and i wiped them away. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief and love from the child the longer i held him. I told him it was going to be ok... I told him that he shouldnt cry anymore, that things were going to be fine now.. Kissed his eyes and he laid his head on my shoulder and told me it was going to be ok too. Theres other ppl there now, but who Im not sure, a woman in the background said the baby was extremely tired and that I should put him down to sleep. When I took him to the bed the bed was unkempt, two pillows, a sheet, but very cosy.. i remember the room seemed bright and a window.. He wanted me to lay with him and when I did he started singing in the most tender sweet voice I've ever heard... almost reminded me of angels.. I sang along with him until he finally fell asleep in my arms, content....

That was my dream, Ive drempt of this boy 3 times now. Its always the same way, he's crying in the hall needing to be held. Its always the same. How I worded it in here is pretty much how the events of the dream happen. I have a strong feeling that there's a reason behind this dream, but for what, Im not entirely sure. But Im drawn to write about it in here, so i did..