I lost my son a little over three years ago. He was a special needs child, and even though he was 33 when he died, he had always lived at home with me. It was a traumatic experience, but I thought that I was working through the grief pretty well. Then last night I had this just awful dream. The worst part was that I would wake up, realize it was a dream, go back to sleep, and be right back in the same dream. In my dream my son was missing. I knew that he was dead, as I had not seen him in a very long time. But I did not have his body. I was certain that his body was buried in a field that I was in and I was frantic to find him. I had several people helping me look, but I was just walking around screaming my son's name over and over, as if he would answer me. I even woke up screaming his name at least twice. Any thoughts?