Dream of

A very realistic dream that even tho my son is now 14, I've been unable to shake from my memory. In the dream I had my son in the hospital, they kidnaped him, claiming he was dead. But, I could hear him crying and tho I was heavily drugged and everything was spinning, I found my way down dark hallways, staying hidden from others. I found my son in a basement that was pitch black. He was alone in a hospital baby bed, with a write spotlight on him. I could hear hospital staff and doctors whispering in nearby rooms and knew they m meant him harm. I took my son and was crouching and crawling thru the halls to keep from being seen. But they were looking for us. I was paying that they wouldn't find us.