I'll start off with a dream I had last night:

I had a dream about a young boy I was trying to save from an orphanage. His parents were drug abusers and thugs. When we were trying to save him he pulled a gun on us ( he was like 4!) but I grabbed him up anyway.

Right when we were leaving his real parents drove up and started shooting at us. They kidnapped the boy and drove into some wooded area. We followed them and watched them from a distance. We could see them digging lots of holes in the ground. After they drove off we ran to the spot and realized they had buried the young boy alive.

My friends and I started digging all around but I knew which one the boy was in. I started digging all the dirt out with my arms and hands and I pulled the boy out. He was dying so I held him to my shoulders and hugged him tight. I started to cry and that's when I woke up.