16 Feb 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
In real life, my 18-year-old daughter is dating a man who is almost my age. In my dream, I was watching both of them from a third person perspective. I was not in the dream. They were inside of their apartment, talking, and I saw that the man had a young, disabled child. At that moment, I realized his interest in my daughter wasn't because he was a pedophile, but really he was looking for a nurse. Someone who could take care of his child so he wouldn't have to pay a skilled nurse, and someone who would be able to take care of him in his old age.
I heard screaming outside and I looked out of the window and I saw a bunch of people running and police running behind them shooting. Apparently several officers had answered a call and one of the police officers became overzealous and started shooting everyone. So the other officers and all the people that were around were running away.
Outside, I saw the streets littered with bodies as people were dying. One person that stood out was an eight-year-old boy who had fallen into a fairly deep puddle and the water was covering his mouth but not his nose so he could breathe but he was still trying to talk. he was choking with the water as he was laying there dying from the gunshot wound. I felt so sorry for him because I knew that he was alone, young and scared. I knew he didn't understand what happened to him. I knew he wanted his parents but because he was partially submerged, anyone around wouldn't even be able to hear him call for help.
looking around the area was a ghetto and in my dream it looked like a war zone I saw all the bodies and my heart hurt feeling so bad for these people. There were all kinds of people out there and I knew that the officer was reacting out of fear but she had nothing to worry about. These people were only spectating at whatever their reason for being here. It was unfair.
