Watch My Boy

 

Edit: While I yearned that this meant something. I've had many dreams recently where I was nursing babies, and when I saw the news about all the orphaned children from Gaza, I wanted to adopt. This dream means nothing spiritually, except my desire to care for children again.

Dream 4/24/25

I got on a plane. Immediately, I saw/felt there was tenseness. The plane had children on the plane with other adults, and one of the older girls had hurriedly written with marker a huge number with a dollar sign on a bin in the closet and shut the door to it. I knew it was the amount of money the bad people were stealing.

I looked around the plane and tried to recognize who was bad and who was not, by the communication across the aisles to each other. As I recognized who was bad, I knew they knew I knew. In that process, I noticed the man in front of me with his back to me was bad. I also recognized that I knew who he was, so whenever he turned around, I hid my face. Nevertheless, he found out I was there. 

At some point, the plane landed and 2 policemen entered, not knowing who was bad and had guns. At the same time, one of the bad men escaped out the back. I knew there was going to be a gun fight, so I pulled all the little children around me and we huddled on the floor, as I put my arms around them and was praying for our protection. The bad man I knew saw this.

The bad men finally got control of the plane because the man, who had escaped got back on the plane, entered and changed control. The man I knew was sitting up on a chair (as were all the bad men who had control of the plane) and I was still on the floor. He pointed to another a older child, also sitting up on a chair, and looking at me, said, “You forgot (______)," pointing to that child.

I called the child’s name and motioned to him to come to me. There was fear in his eyes, as he looked at me and the man in the chair next to me that had told me about him, but I kept calling. I motioned for him to get down, and he crawled over to me, and I included him in my circle of protection.

Later, I asked the boy who his father was, and to my shock, he said it was the bad man I knew, the same man who had pointed him out. The bad men finally left the plane with whatever they were trying to smuggle, and I told the boy, he had to go with his dad.

The danger was over…but suddenly a window on the plane opened and the boy I had rescued, yelled, “Watch out. They are going to shoot you.” 

We all hit the floor, and the boy’s father snarled, “You belong with her,” as he broke the window and threw him in the plane towards me. The boy immediately scrambled to me, as we waited for the gunfire. But there was none. Either the men had been captured, or it had been a ruse.

BUT I knew one thing. I was to keep the boy. The father, who was bad, obviously loved his son, because he had twice asked me to watch his boy. Then the dream ended.