I woke up in tears this morning after a horrible dream where I had rescued what I knew to be a baby although it wasn't physically like one. I also knew it was both the baby I lost and my sister who died when I was a child. I was so happy wanting to show it to DD but in my haste to get to her I didn't take care of it properly and as I tried to show her it kind of crumpled then changed into a flower. DD said 'that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen' then it just dissolved into nothing. I was shouting out for it to come back but it was gone :(
How can a dream be so real and so upsetting? I barely think about my baby or my sister day to day although of course I'm still sad so why should it come back to me like this? Feel very shaken and tearful :(