A Dream: Morning of Jan. 24, 2006
01/24/2006 08:27 p.m.

I was a child in the dream accompanied by a boy my age, around 10 years old or so. He was my friend and we were in what we thought was an abandoned house. I don't know why we were there. We realized that the house wasn't abandoned after all when a large-bodied older man suddenly made himself known. He came directly towards me, grabbing me maliciously and close to his body, holding me down. The little boy tried to help me, and when he did so the man let me go and held him down instead. That’s when I jumped on the man so that he would leave my friend alone, and as I did, he let the boy go and just concentrated on me. I saw the boy running as the old man had me on the ground and I felt such happiness that he was free from danger. At that moment I didn’t care what happened to me because the boy, who was precious to me, was safe.

Suddenly my perspective shifted from being the girl to being the boy running out of the house. But I could still feel the little girl within me, intuitively knowing that the man would be locking 'me/her' up, and doing something horrible to 'me/her'. As the boy, I ran outside with the intention of finding help. I happened upon some adults walking on the dirt road down the way, and without uttering a single word I turned around and started running back towards the house, beckoning them to follow me. The adults ran after me knowing that there was trouble despite my silence.

When I got back to the house I just stopped and looked at it from the outside. Everything seemed so calm from the outside. I just stared in silence, knowing that if we entered the house we would neither find the girl nor the man, that the house would be empty of all evidence, and that the man had killed her and I was too late to do anything.

As the boy I never spoke a word, not before the incident nor after. I left the dream moving upwards out of the boy’s perspective and began to see the entire scene as a whole. The silent boy staring at the outside of a pretty and empty house, two adults behind him scratching their heads, and I, now the fly on the wall observer, knowing that the boy knew the girl had sacrificed herself for him.

Then I woke up.