My location, it's a wartime setting. Bombs, and guns are going off all around me. In the distance, I can see a little girl. She looks very familiar, almost like family. Guessing by her height I'd say she was no more than eight. I look up, and everything went in slow motion. There was a grenade or something that was flying over my head, and towards the girl. She was maybe fifteen feet from me, and I knew I wasn't going to get to her in time. All of a sudden there was a really bright flash. Silence all around me. The shock knocks me off my feet, and I find myself laying parallel to her on the ground, facing one another. She didn't have to say a word, I could tell by her bleached eyes that she had been blinded by the flash. I keep her in my embrace, and hold her tightly. Like she was the most important thing to me. The dreams ends with a feeling that everything was going to be ok, she looked me in the eyes, and I cried.
When I woke, it was the strangest feeling, because it felt so real to me. I remember my eyes were watery, as if I had been crying myself. I wasn't awake for long, though. I quickly went back to sleep, and had another dream, that I don't remember. Nonetheless, I spent my morning pondering about the girl in my dream. I felt really attached to her. Even though I didn't recognize her at all.
The girl from my dream looked similar to how Dakota Fanning looks in this picture.
I don't usually journal my dreams, or study them; mostly because I don't remember them, but this one felt so strong to me, that I felt like sharing it. If anyone reading this happens to be a dream therapist, or knows one, please get at me.
pleasant dreams all, goodnight :)
who knows, maybe you'll be in my dreams?
