Old Dream

I found a voice memo in which I described this dream. Listening, I remember it, but I no longer feel the dream. It was a powerful dream then, and now it just seems like a story:

I dreamt of a collective unconsciousness. There were a thousand of us maybe. All of our minds, pooled together, to lay the smallest of hand on a frozen child. Together, we gently opened her mouth, maybe a quarter of an inch, and called it victory.

I think it was like reiki, we pooled the energy of the universe to try to save her.