In a sense, I am actually asexual, so in my dream I still thought: This is my one-sided maternal love, not the product of love with anyone (or an object). And some reasons of experience and consciousness, whether it is giving or being given, I long for and resist "maternal love", so when I wake up, I don't understand myself even more, thinking how shameful the maternal love I gave in this dream, but two angels Well-behaved children are innocent, so I started to struggle again...