The dream

I am haunted by this reacurring dream I am having. Of a little boy around my little boys age that is being hurt. I am trying to protect him and I end up holding my son and this little boy on the ground of my daughters school underneath me. Like a bird holding it's chicks under wings. I have my son and I know he's safe so I look over to this little boy...I see his face clear and he's looking at my son. Then across my cheast these two boys join hands and I say it's okay Jonathan, I got you...it's okay baby. and their hands clasped together is the last image I have. After this I have dreams of him playing with my son. Sleeping in the same room and I even mumble to my husband to "check on the boys" or make sure Rossi and Jonathan are still asleep. As he's leaving, I'm half asleep saying this....not aware then he starts asking me about it and as I'm waking up I realize what I have said. I'm not quite sure what to do about this. Is God giving me a dream of a boy that's to come...of one that I've lost? Were Rossi and Jonathan the twins that I carried and miscarried and begged God for only to recieve one of the two? Or is jonathan a boy that I'm supposed to be on the watch for? A boy that we should be adopting? I'm puzzled and that image of those two boys' hands haunts me. I do lift it up to you Lord but please tell me what to do!