I dreamed a my son was around 18 months old in the dream. However, in my dream he was suppose to have been dead. I picked him up and held him. He kissed me. He had on a yellow and white short set.
He and I walked down the road with my daughter. We came upon her car where we were going to watch a group sing. Something was wrong with their equipment so they started packing up.
When walking back, I ran into my sister. She had me to get in the car with her. She was going to meet someone. She started down a dark road. She kept saying "Please let the Cypress creek end here." I was telling her about seeing my son. We ended up behind a truck. The truck would drive fast then slow to allow us to catch with it. I wanted her to turn around. We finally got where the truck was leading. Then it sped off. There was a trailor of a truck. We went inside to find some men hooking up some hoses. They had a lady on life support. My son and I sat down and watched as they hooked her up. My son picked up something and took a drink. The man working on the lady said, "you won't like that." It was salt water.
Some how we got away and I was in a house. I was trying to go out a side door. I got through the wooden door but the screen door was lock. Some woman on the inside was trying to open the door and I was holding it shut.
I got through the screen and started running and the man from the truck was chasing me. I was yelling, "Someone help me." A cop came toward us. His uniform was trimmed in green. The man chasing me, said only talk to cops who are trimmed in red or blue.