My last night dream

Last night I had a very interesting dream. I was born and raised in another Era, a very modern one, with huge skyscrapers and modernity beyond my current knowledge, I was married to my hubby and we had an excellent social and wealth life.
we lived in one of those wonderful buildings in a Penthouse Apartment; the ceiling was made of glass with an incredible  design. The walls and floors were made of glass and steel, I could see the sky from my living room.
we were married for about four years and we had a son with with no more then 5 years old, we were very happy living in perfect peace and joy.
On that day we were sitting in our balcony talking about some books  we had read, when suddenly I saw through the glass roof two space shuttles, which was common in that time, going at extremely high speed, and I found it strange, not for the space shuttles, but for their speed, they suddenly crashed and there was an explosion,then a fireball emerged  immediately after the collision. when I came to the window to see it closer I realized that the shuttles had not collide with each other as I thought, they where hit by missiles and they weren't  ordinary shuttles they were ships with soldiers.
I told what I saw to my husband and he went to look at the sky and he saw the flaming fire as if they were fireworks. He  immediately began to prepare to protect us and closed the apartment.  He just pressed a button and everything was looked, I was amazed by that facility.
Our son was playing at friend house on a building in front of ours. when we arrived to the street we saw the smoke of bombs beginning to rapidly raise we were under attack and the scenes were Dantesque.
We screamed to the boys to put a pair of jump boots and jump out the window, we would catch them, so they did. I didn't know how we catch them but we were able to take almost everyone except our son, his boots hit on something and melted.
 I saw his body fall, but I didn't find him anywhere I could only see his pair of melting boots, I felt the agony  tearing my chest. I was inconsolable.
But one detail caught my attention, My son's name in that dream was the same as my brother's, even more interesting was that  I knew it wasn't only the same name they had in common, they were the same person, the same soul.
This was a very vivid dream, I remember small details and all the emotions I felt.
 I dream a lot when I am sleeping. It's like I'm living in another world, sometimes modern, sometimes medieval. I consider my dreams as teachings that try in some ways to apply to my daily life.


Sol