I woke up crying

I woke up crying this morning. The nightmare involved a fictitious student who was being abused by his mom and was afraid to go home. In my dream, I held him tightly and then turned him over to our school counselor. She called DHS to come pick him up. When the mom arrived at the school to pick him up, I had to sit through a meeting with her as we told her that her son was no longer in our care. I was a wreck, but I held it together. When she finally left the meeting, the counselor turned to me, and I broke down, sobbing. That's when I woke up. Tears were falling down my cheek, and I was scared because in my dream, the mom had been angry. We had been afraid she might snap.

It was at this moment that my husband rolled over in his sleep and draped his arm across me and I was comforted. (Then he passed gas in his sleep and made me laugh!)