[Sometimes I dream I leave my body and go around the city as a ghost and meet other ghosts, this is a post about one of those]
It was a liminal scenario of a long, empty street at night, with the faint light of some streetlights. I remember at the right there were bushes. I was with someone else and we were floating around when we found big baby ghosts, crying nonstop. I tried to move aside, but there were more behind me. Then I noticed one of them floating above us.
I don't remember everything very well, but I understood he had died as a newborn. His mother had grieved his death deeply, and somehow he couldn't move on and was filled with sadness and anger, so he lashed at those who still had the chance to live a life longer than what his had been.
He believed in a religious afterlife too, and was convinced something had gone terribly wrong because he didn't reach the heaven he expected. I tried explaining different possibilities, nothing too complicated, just to tell him maybe there were other ways things could be, but realized that was too much for a baby, he didn't understand the terms, he was growing impatient, overwhelmed, and more upset.
So in the end, I told him there is always a chance to live another life. I caressed his cheek, apologized, and called him by a name I can't remember. I told him to go to have a new life. He began to glow and faded away, and then the other babies vanished as well.
