Losing Your Child and Other Nightmares

We were at the mall having fun with my sisters and brother. It was a spacious high rise with a flight of stairs in one side which made the building look like a stone castle. That was where I lost my boy. I was running after him down the stairs and then he vanished. The search went on forever--I was looking at every cubicle, stall or store, I was shouting his name and asking people if they have seen him while desperately trying to resurrect my dead cellphone. I had to find my other son and other companions to help me look for J.  In my despair, I said "I would kill myself if I will not find him."


That was when I woke up. I heard myself calling out for my mother, crying but there were no tears. It took like ten minutes or so for me to convince myself it was just a nightmare.

The day after I published this post I had another bad dream. I saw our neighbor's house reduced to debris by torrents of water which apparently came from a huge broken water pipe. I saw the lifeless bodies of my four- and six-year-old nieces on the ground and some other relatives. When I woke up at 8:00 am, I wrote about the dream as a comment for this post. Imagine how shocked I was when I heard about the tsunami in Japan on the same day.