I had a beautiful dream after a nightmare. The dream lasted a few seconds and made me cry.

I was in an active warzone, injured. But I managed to help a newborn and walked to a place of refugees. My whole body was in pain.

When I got to the camp, I was surrounded by children. Some I recognize from my childhood. Some I know already passed away. And they were all looking at the newborn in my hands and saying adorable things. Then they started singing something beautiful. And I woke up crying.