I had a dream

So I had this weird dream the night before last....

I was Laura Ingalls Wilder at about age 9 or 10 I would say... except I looked like me. I was with "ma" on the show, and we were in a wagon going somewhere. Ma was pregnant with like, triplets or something, not sure, but I know there was more than one baby involved. Then something happened, I'm not sure what, but we needed help. And there was nothing I could do. I think something happened to the wagon and we couldn't go anywhere and .. i dont know. but we had to just like, wait there for someone to come by so we could get help. Then, later, here comes Miss Beadle [from the show] who was ALSO pregnant, but she was in a wagon and I told her we needed help and she sped off to get help for us. Later, again, she comes back and she is holding this fold-up wagon [weird, i know, but all my dreams defy reality] and anyway, shes holding this huge folded up thing and she is coughing up blood and bile and she is pregnant.. ugh it was disgusting.
But in the dream, I knew what to do. I got the wagon set up and I put ma and miss beadle in it.. and off we went. I drove that wagon like an expert and we went SO FAST it was ridiculous. And at some point we went through the union.. weird. yes. So we finally got where we were going .. and i dont know who it was but when we got to this place someone was there and I was like "OH i hope theyre okay I came as fast as I could!" and I really thought i had saved the day.
But they were both dead.

Then I was me again, at age 10, and I was sitting in the back of my dad's old ford aerostar, that was attached to a u-haul or something. Dad was in the driver's seat, and mom and I were in the back seat. They told me we were moving, and off we went.
I cried.
And I couldn't stop crying.
Because they were dead, and it was my fault.
And then I had to wake up, because I couldn't let it go on any longer.

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Ok, so I know that was really weird and disturbing.

But I had another dream a couple nights before that, that was far less disturbing..
There was however, a bit of common ground.

In both dreams, I had to help someone I cared about.
I was the ONLY one who could do anything.
I was proud of myself for what I had done to help.
But in the end, my efforts failed.


Weird.