I dreamed about Kenneth last night. I'm not sure what to make of it.
In my dream, I was in a room with two cribs. One was the crib belonging to Grant, and the other one was full of stuffed animals, toys, and the like. I was panicking as I looked into the crib that was full of toys, looking for Kenneth. As I was looking, he stood up in this crib from underneath all of the toys, laughed, and put his arms up to be picked up. In my dream, he was the same age Grant is now, even though he died when he was a month old. I laughed and picked him up, and started looking for ways to take his ventilator and his ECMO pump with him so that I could take him out of the room with me. I told someone else in the dream that I could take the ventilator with me, but not the pump, and then I woke up.
Any wannabe dream interpreters out there want to take a crack at that one?
I sure miss that boy. Holidays seem to make his absence sharper.
In my dream, I was in a room with two cribs. One was the crib belonging to Grant, and the other one was full of stuffed animals, toys, and the like. I was panicking as I looked into the crib that was full of toys, looking for Kenneth. As I was looking, he stood up in this crib from underneath all of the toys, laughed, and put his arms up to be picked up. In my dream, he was the same age Grant is now, even though he died when he was a month old. I laughed and picked him up, and started looking for ways to take his ventilator and his ECMO pump with him so that I could take him out of the room with me. I told someone else in the dream that I could take the ventilator with me, but not the pump, and then I woke up.
Any wannabe dream interpreters out there want to take a crack at that one?
I sure miss that boy. Holidays seem to make his absence sharper.
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