What A Dream!

I had a very sad dream, it wasn't last night but a few nights ago. I woke up sobbing. Then I quickly grab a pen and paper which always in the drawer next to my bed.And this is how the dream went.
*I met a 7year-old boy called Muhamad or Ahmad..not so sure. He was living on his own by a small river that snaking through woods/jungle. He seems happy. I called him over from where he sit and sat with him on a tree bench and ask him, "where's your parents?", and he said, "they were gone during a flood". Then I asked again, "How do you live here by yourself?" and he answer, "I'm used to it". I said, "no one used to it when you are only 7 years old and by yourself!" Then he smiled. At the same time I woke up from that dream and found myself crying.
In the dream I was thinking of giving him some money to buy something for himself and giving him lollies (which I carries with me all the time) so he can feel that there's someone out there for him.
AFter I talked to him, I decided to take him home with us (Kalle was there too but he was sleeping in the tent quite far away from where I was sitting with the boy) I started cryig harder when I woke up and found tears were flowing like the river down my cheeks.When I woke up it hit me: How we all living in this material world still thinking it is not enough (it's never enough) where there's some soul out there live day by day and alone. How ungrateful we are sometimes. Right at the time when I open my eyes I heard the azan calling for morning prayer. I felt so touched by the meeting with that lonely boy just before azan woke me up. I woke up and pray for the world to be a better place. And I can't stop crying. I felt hollow and crushed. The whole day I didn't speak to anybody.Switched my phone off and locked myself in the flat.