I keep dreaming that I am in a library, in another building such as a convent or something like this. In the library I see a child, maybe no older than 18 months old. He is a beautiful little boy who doesn't speak, only stares at me. He has stunning blue eyes and I feel some sort of love for him. I hold him and cry as I do. I don't understand why, it's almost as if I know the child but for some reason he has to stay in the library and I don't get to leave with him. My tears almost feel like I'm heartbroken and full of sorrow and regret. It's a really odd dream and I cannot make sense of it. I can still picture the child in my head--very vividly.

Could the child represent a part of you that has been neglected and needs encouragement to grow?