I dreampt I was outside when a hot iron fell on my toes which I kicked off but by then the iron had already burnt my toe nail. Beside me was my son and when I looked at him I saw he was telling me in a sign language that his jaw was swelling which I indeed saw. I held on to him asking him if he can talk but he said no by the shook of his head. He only pointed at his foot as he tried to say something. I backed him up and he felt so light. At this time I was crying out for help and walking to the front of my house with my son in my hand. At this time i had some church sisters in the house when I suddenly saw one on the verandah telling me hurry and pointed out a black pickup where I can put my son. My son eye were protruding and I shouted at him as I thought he was dead when suddenly I saw him lick his lips and start breathing. This was when I got up out of my dreams.