Sam had a nightmare recently that I cant get out of my head.
He woke up Sunday AM crying. I went in. Snuggled for a bit and asked him if he wanted to talk about it.
He told me this:
I was at camp... I was wearing short sleeves and shorts... and I was cold and wanted to stand near the fire... but they wouldnt let me. Then they gave me a sleeping bag, and I couldnt get it open. I wrote to you and Daddy and even tried to call, but they tore the note and wouldnt let me call to tell you.. so I had to run away.
He is 5... isnt that a terrible sad dream.
How alone? How he feels like no one will help him. Camp (The world) is against him. He has a sleeping bag (I assume he means his body) that doesnt work and he cant even ask us for help.
I could cry when I think about him telling me this.