Last night, I dreamed about having a baby boy. I guess I arrived in the neonatal intensive-care unit unexpected and the nurses really didn’t want me there yet. I had a C-section and it came open and they had to close it again. I saw my baby boy in the incubator (where preemies are taught to maintain their body temperature), he looked big, about ten pounds. He was looking straight ahead lying in the incubator. He was looking as if he were dead and the ventilator was moving his chest up and down. The nurses were trying to explain to me that he was dead or wasn’t doing too well. I felt this too. Then I said to him, “Hey, baby.” He looked at me and began crying for me to pick him up. The nurses were in shock. I picked him up. I felt an evil vibe from him. He smelled as if he were decomposing a little. I explained to the nurses that I lost my first baby, had my son Mekhi, and now this baby, and that he was going to be okay.(I really did lose a baby, a preemie, then had my son named Mekhi.) I don’t remember what I did with that baby. I think I let him go. What in the world does this dream mean? Please help.