I dreamed of my favorite things broke on purpose by another child. I cried and cried but my mom didn't care about me. She was in a cold face and thought my sadness is nonsense and I shouldn't cry for such a ridiculous reason. I kept crying, shouting, arguing and wanted attetion until I fell into a coma. Later (in dream) I was sent to hospital and received psychological treatment. But my family was still in disbelief and scolded me for my mental vulnerability. I felt continually depressed and couldn't control myself anymore. Just when I was about to get crazy I woke up. The dream was so true.