Parents (a #dream)

I found myself in a large building. Lots of corridors and hallways. All bright white. It seemed a hospital but apparently was a training facility for doctors and nurses to be. 

While leaning against a wall, waiting for someone or something, I accidentally knocked over a metal stand. Causing a cascade effect that caused similar stands to fall over as well. Without blaming me or even sighing in frustration, two people started getting the stands back on their metal feet as I simply watched.

Next to me was a metal rack containing a crib. In it was a baby. A woman wearing a white lab coat assumed: "Ah, you must be Loïc's father. Here's your baby."

Pushing the wheeled contraption through the mostly empty corridors I felt content, looking for the baby's actual parents.

Killed (a #dream)

It wasn't long after the collapse of society. Perhaps only months. A woman (my partner?) and I were going from hut to hut, home to home rummaging for anything useful on our way to build a new life. 

My son was terrified of leaving one of the huts so we took him by the hand to lead him outside and when he noticed it was alright, he stopped screaming and I asked him to look out for any piece of rope. Mainly to give him something to focus on, away from his fears.

It helped that a fourth member of our slowly growing tribe gave him a piece of meat from some giant animal he had just killed.