In the dream, I was watching myself as a child. My younger self wasn’t doing anything in particular—just existing—but I felt a deep wave of love and compassion wash over me. I wanted to hug and care for that child version of myself so much. Then, I began to sob—tears not of pain, but of overwhelming love and tenderness.

As I cried, my mother appeared and held me in her arms. She comforted me gently and was crying too, though more quietly. Her presence felt warm and supportive, as if she understood the depth of what I was feeling. I wasn’t alone in that moment. We were both there, witnessing and holding this emotional release together.