Buried boy and sad dreams
Dreamt that I was walking down a street with a friend when I saw a kid who's about 11 pacing around a spot not too far from us. The boy (?) looked emaciated so we went to him to ask if he was ok, but he was quiet and kept looking at a spot on the ground. When we turned to look at it, we saw a full head on the ground — a boy no older than 5. His eyes were blinking but he looked dead, his stare ahead as cold as ice.
We unearthed him with the kid earlier, who immediately helped without saying a word. I was scared to ask what happened, but I doubt the 10 y/o was at fault. I somehow knew this was done by an adult.
A million questions ran through my mind but both of them were silent, so I wasn't sure how to bring them up. I didn't even know where to start. I don't know if they can even talk, or what languages they speak. We just stared at the frail little boy, stunned. I was so scared for them, and of the people who did this to them.
I was on the verge of tearing up when I woke up. The sadness in my heart remains though. Since this time it didn't just involve me (also I can't sleep in today), I couldn't continue the dream to hopefully get a better ending.
Why do my dreams keep making me sad lately?