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(according to the films, that’s what it seemed like) I told the Dr./nurse to look and do something, but she was scared to look.She got closer to the bassinet, yet hesitated to look in.Thus dreams about our “child self” dying could mean that we ourselves are struggling to come to a new level of maturity, growth or personal power.
You will cry euphoric tears at the Beach Boys, you will stare down at your baby daughter’s face as she lies contentedly asleep in your lap, you will make great friends, you will eat delicious foods you haven’t tried yet, you will be able to look at a view like this one and feel the beauty, there are books you haven’t read yet that will enrich you, films you will watch while eating extra large buckets of popcorn, and you will dance and laugh and have sex and go for runs by the river and have late night conversations and laugh until it hurts. You might be stuck here for a while, but the world isn’t going anywhere.
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While it is absolutely horrifying to dream of the death of a child, which makes sense because the loss of a child truly is just about the worst thing a parent can experience, dreams about children dying are fairly common and could be thought of in a variety of ways.
As I got him out of the carseat he for some reason shrinked into a tiny little thing. I went out and walked around te streets asking people to help me. People would just stare at me as I extended my hands out with my baby stiff and dead.
Some people tried holding him and tried doing somewhat of CPR techniques but nothing helped.
I was too busy trying to summon the courage needed to throw myself over the edge. Instead, I walked back inside and threw up from the stress of it. Panic, despair, a daily battle to walk to the corner shop without collapsing to the ground.