Who’s this little boy?

Date: 6/24/2019

about 3 years ago i was in the hospital for a surgery and spent a few days there. one night my dad told me he had a dream about a baby boy, floating through my room and over my sleeping body. the baby eventually floated towards the window where my dads “bed” was located. the baby moved through the closed window and eventually out into the street, but still remained suspended in the air. he stopped and turned towards my dad and smiled. then plummeted down towards traffic. my dad said jolted awake and looked out the window and saw nothing but cars. here’s the weird thing that same night i had a dream about a baby boy too. he was just sitting at the foot of my bed, staring at me. i couldn’t say anything we just stared at each other. he crawled towards me and took my hand in his little ones. i immediately woke up in a cold sweat after that. so like i said it’s been 3 years since that dream and i haven’t forgotten.and last night...i maybe have dreamt about the same boy. i was in the living room playing my keyboard when i heard a baby crying. i remember thinking we didn’t have a baby since i was the youngest and last kid. i got up and walked towards the sound. it was coming from my room. but when i looked inside, it wasn’t my room. it was clearly a room meant for an infant. a crib in one corner, a changing station in another. and a large rocking chair sat in the middle of the room. the rocking chair faced away from me and a woman was rocking in it. i slowly walked around it and saw her. she was an elderly woman, no more than 80 years old, holding a baby boy. he wasn’t crying anymore. he saw me and he smiled and immediately started fussing, wanting to be in my arms. the old lady smiled and handed him to me. he cooed and cuddled up to my chest. i remember feeling this sense of pain and sadness rush over me and i started to cry. the old lady leaned forward and wiped my tears and told me it was great to see me and i shouldn’t lose track of the baby. i looked down and noticed he was no longer in my arms. when i looked up to ask her where he went, she was gone. i was completely alone in that room. i sat there for what felt like forever before getting up and moving towards a picture frame. in it was a picture of me as a baby. my little hands covering my button nose. i reached for the picture and my hands went through it. i remember being so shocked i looked down and my hands were glowing red. then i woke up with tears in my eyes. my dad doesn’t know i’ve had this dream, i’m afraid of what others might tell me