Morgan8Pagan

In my dream I was reading my literature book which is in fact the childhood memories of the author. When I read in dreams I just get into the book and become the narrator.
I was young - maybe 10 or 11 years old. I was with my cousin and we were both holding babies which were our smaller brother and sister [don't remember the sex]. My cousin wanted to go upstairs... Upstairs meant to climb up a never ending wooden stairs which were old and used. It was very risky specially with the babies. But we were young so we went anyway.
As I was the reader I somehow apprehend what was going to happen:
So after much time we arrived at the top. It was really high and there wasn't much space for us four.
Then I don't know how but I wasn't the narrator anymore but I was still trapped in the book, story. I was downstairs and I could see the author and his cousin high up...
And the baby brother fell.
It crushed his head on the floor and I couldn't do anything because I wasn't there materially. There was blood.
Then I came back into the narrator's body. So I went downstairs hoping that the baby was still alive.
But he was dead.
Then my mum came and she scolded me. But I felt nothing. Even when everyone began to mourn and cry. Because I knew it wasn't me, it was the story. It was the narrator, not me. I was only reading...