If anyone out there has skills for dream interpretation, I would really appreciate your help!

I have a history of nightmares. As long as I can remember my dreams, I’ve had nightmares. As I get older they seem to get worse. Almost always I “watch them” and they include people that I don’t know.

I was actually in last night’s dream. It’s so disturbing to me, so insight is very appreciated! This is just the most disturbing part…

I driving my boyfriend’s car (which I don’t particularly like -I prefer my own) with a sister that I have had a strained relationship in the past (real life). We go into a ditch. We freak out and are scared we will sink and be trapped, We get ourselves and our son’s out of the car. My son is 6, but in the dream he was 2 or 3 yrs. Turns out the water wasnt very high at all, and the car was just stuck.

My boyfriend (not son’s father in real life or in the dream) comes with a girl that I don’t recognize. I get the feeling that she is actually his girlfriend, or maybe wife, but I am completely fine with that, it’s like it’s natural and there is no feeling of us being a couple like we are in real life. He helps us get the car out of the ditch and on our way.

As we’re backing up onto the road to leave (it’s a country road, one lane each direction), an accident happens. Not sure if we caused it, but we were involved. There were three crumpled cars maybe?

My son was thrown from the car. My sister & her son were fine. I run out to find him, he’s perfectly fine by the car thank god.

I look into the opposite lane (we are in the correct lane) and see that a baby has been thrown from a car that was involved in the crash. I don’t see anyone else but I realize that I dont know if they are alive in their own cars. I wasnt sure the baby was alive, it was laying on it’s back in a white sleeper on our side of the yellow divider line, but ON the line. I get the feeling that it’s alive…it must be about 3–4 months (est?), old enough to be chubby, but not old enough to really turn over or move around.

As I sigh from relief, I realize a big rig is headed our way, and there isnt enough time to grab the baby. I pray that it misses the baby since it is on the divider line, but it doesn’t. I watch as the tire goes right over the baby. The baby gets pressed, pieces break off, blood and guts everywhere, it’s white sleeper stained red. Once the truck leaves the baby’s torso is flattened, and pieces of it are around the body.

I start wailing uncontrollably…I look over to my son, and realize that the mother would have to see this, and deal with her child’s death, and I start screaming bloody murder while still sobbing – I was hysterical. All I can do is scream and cry and feel this immense heartbreak.

I woke up, obviously disturbed and in a panic. I had the immediate feeling that I can’t have another child – that I missed my chance and someone was telling me that. I know that doesnt really correspond with the dream, but I just felt like that it isn’t going to happen now. (we aren’t trying, or anything like that).

Any insight????