Had a horrible dream last night. The city was under attack by terrorists and in the distance there was an explosion and I randomly killed this child. I won’t go into detail about how or the graphics of it but it turned my stomach. In my dream, at the time of doing this I didn’t know who it was. But later I realised it was my eldest son and was balling my eyes out and felt so guilty in my dream.
but then later on my son was in my dream and I was relieved that it actually wasn’t him and he was still alive.
It was so disturbing and I feel so bad in real life. Obviously I know it’s not real. But has anyone else had a similar dream? I’m confused as to what this means
for context about life right now, we have a younger DS 8 weeks old and I guess I’ve been feeling guilty and feeling the majority of my time is spent with DS2 as I’m breastfeeding and he won’t settle with DH. My husband is spending a lot of time with DS1 and yesterday we all went to the park and for the first time I was able to hand DS2 to DH and I played for a good 30 mins with DS1 which I could tell he loved. I have been feeling really guilty recently about not spending as much time with DS1 so was really nice to do this finally
but who did I kill in my dream and does anyone have any idea what this signifies?