This evening I had a very vivid dream. I was back at my childhood home, visiting. In real life it is torn down. I saw my mother in the kitchen. She is passed away now. Then I walked down the street and saw a toddler boy. I knew him in my dream but not real life.
Bobby was his name, I knew he was a ghost but wanted to help him. He was scared and wanted to go home. I picked him up and tickled him and sang him songs until I got him home. Bobby's father was happy I brought him home. Then I was speaking with Bobby's father about grief and how our loved ones still communicate with us.
Dream of a ghost boy