My baby came to see me in my dreams last night. When I first saw him it startled me so much I woke up. I was so sad that I only got to see him for a second but when I went back to sleep he was there again. I was getting him ready for school. I wish I could remember more of it, but when I dropped him off I knew I wouldn’t be seeing him again for a long time. I love and hate dreams like this but mostly love them because I get to see him again.