I wouldn't post something like this if I remembered my dreams every night like most folks do. But, I rarely remember my dreams, so I wanted to post it.
My Dad and Luke and I are all in this big city. It seems like we're in New York and in a very crowded, large structure. I think it's Grand Central Station. Dad is holding Luke and Luke wants to get down and walk around.
Dad sets Luke down and he runs away, disappearing into the crowd! I scream for him and Dad and I immediately start the search.
Awful things go through my mind. He has been kidnapped and will be sold into white slavery. He ran out into the street and was run over. He fell down and was trampled by pedestrians.
We look and look, I scream and cry till my throat is raw and I spray blood from my mouth. Finally, we get to this park area where no one is around. I think it's Central Park.
Dad sits down, exhausted. I continue the search.
I run out into the street and it's deserted. It's like everyone in NYC has disappeared.
I run down the middle of the street, trying to scream for Luke. Then, I see a little figure silhouetted against the light of a store window that glows in the approaching dusk. I run so fast I think my feet leave the ground.
I pick up my little boy and hug him so hard I have to check to make sure he's ok. He smiles at me and I awake, sobbing.