They took my baby away from me.

I think parallel realities do exist and I’m gonna say why after this story. So basically “I had a dream” that I raised a baby for a day one day. It was a rainy day and I don’t know how I came to find that baby, I’m crying so hard now and I’ll say why but it was a rainy day and I don’t know how I came across some baby boy, he was really young, like 2 years old. Anyways it seemed like it was in danger to me so I decided to keep it until I see what I should do with it, it was a really beautiful baby it was blonde and had blue eyes for some reason, ig his parents must have been tourists cause people here often don’t make babies who look like that. Anyways I take him, but never to my house even tho it was just around the corner, maybe I didn’t wanna strike rumors and speculations around the neighborhood that it’s mine and the reason why it’s no longer around is because It’s in an orphanage, I mean we got inside our apartment building, and as we’re climbing the stairs, before we get to my apartment we get to my uncle’s apartment, & I look at it and think, yo, there are like what? 4 people in this house? There’s a 27 year old, my cousin, her brother who’s in his mid-30’s, my uncle and his wife, I could just give them this baby and they’ll know what to do with it, maybe they’ll even raise it, my uncle’s wife can no longer give birth and she wants a baby, where else is she gonna find a blue eyed baby? my other cousin is in another city and she JUST had a daughter, maybe she can adopt him and have him be the brother of her newborn, but the kid looked at me while I was staring at my uncle’s house, contemplating these thoughts and he just gestured no with his finger, so that’s when we just left the apartment building for good and we spent a day in public places until around 8PM. He was cute and cuddly but he was also crying like none stop but he was very smart and perceptive for someone who was that age, I remember I had to leave him for a while somewhere to steal money from my mom so that I could get him money for his stuff. Even tho this little fella was very annoying and hard to take care of I formed a bond with him, I loved him, and I couldn’t fucking let go at the end of the day, when I realized that he was a “government property” whatever the fuck that means and I had to give him up. I remember walking him to his orphanage, Ig that’s what government property means, it happens in the US too when you don’t have anywhere to stay, you get taken away by the “state”. I remember holding his little chubby hand, he could barely walk, again this guy was like 2 maybe barely 3 and the whole way I was just crying and he didn’t know why, until the woman came and took him, then he started crying and I started crying, because he wanted to stay with me and now I’m crying again fuck. Anyways that’s when the dream ends, and today, I get another dream, about raising a baby mountain lion outdoors in secret, but then having to give it away because it’s illegal, the dream is long, and it’s so much than just that alone, but I’m not gonna get into detail, because what’s important here is that while I was raising that baby mountain lion, I am getting reminded of that baby dream, and every like, thing I did with that baby, like I remembered um, shit, I am crying huh? Lol, like when I wanted to give him away to my uncle, then ultimately realizing it’s a bad idea then giving it to authorities etc and like I know that that eventually is going to happen with the mountain lion, but then I give the lion away and I wake up, and I start writing this, except here’s what’s scary, I never had the baby dream, okay now pay attention: when I was having the mountain lion dream, I was remembering the baby dream, but then I woke up and I realized that within a dream (mtn lion) I was remembering another dream about raising a child, that didn’t actually fucking happen. So when did the memories of me having a dream raising a child come from? Hm? Because if we use common sense, it should be that I had a dream one day about raising a baby that I found, then another day I had a similar dream about raising a mtn lion for a day, and the similarity of the mtn lion and the baby dream caused me to remember the baby dream inside the mtn lion, except again, the fucking baby dream never fucking happened! That’s why I put I had a dream between quotations at the beginning, So where did those memories come from? Where did the memories of an entire experience, raising a baby come for them to be drawn and used in another dream that’s similar? Was I having two dreams at the same time? This doesn’t make any fucking sense, especially considering the overwhelming effect that the baby experience had on me, I’m crying my eyes out right now remembering this, I remember it like It fucking happened to me. I never cried about a “dream” before, so I’m guessing it somehow happened in a parallel universe. Because when I gave away the mtn lion, before I woke up, I came home and I was crying my eyes out again, and my mom saw me and she asked me what’s wrong? And I said “they took away my mtn lion like they took my baby away from me”. The possibility of me having a dream about raising a baby in the past and forgetting it, is just out of the question, because I write every single dream I have every day that compared to this one that had me crying my eyes out, are shitty and uninteresting in so many levels. I couldn’t possibly have had a dream like this that had me crying and sobbing, then just not writing about it. So did they actually take my baby away from me? via /r/Paranormal https://ift.tt/3lSfR1X