Shiftkitty
Registered User
Last night I dreamed I was in a forest with a large amount of other people. It's damp and cold, but no snow. We are women, children, and elderly and are being marched by soldiers. They're going to execute us. I can't see the soldiers. I get the feeling you didn't dare look at them or they'd shoot you on the spot. I'm in a wee bit of panic. I don't want to die, but worse, I don't want to die being marched to the slaughter like a lamb. I could make a run for it, make them shoot me and die on my own terms. The problem is that I have picked up a small child, a little girl. She was alone and crying when they started this march. I feared they would kill her so I took her by the hand and said she was mine just to keep her alive.
Nobody knew at the time what was going to happen, and during the dream I felt that we all realized it during the march but most of us were in denial. I wanted to keep her alive. Whatever happened to the adults, no child deserves to die. I have the feeling that her mother is already dead. I am now the only "family" she has. She is my responsibility, a burden I have gladly taken on. I must see her through this. As we walk I test her, see if she can be quiet, if she can obey. She can. She's smart. I tell her quite honestly what the soldiers are going to do, and she trusts me. At one point we pass a hiding spot of some sort. I can't recall if it was thick brushes, a hollow, or what, but we both dove into it. We are not missed. We stay there and after not too long we hear the gun shots begin. We were mere minutes away from the point of no return. She is frightened but quiet. I can see the tears in her eyes. I hug her. It seems to take forever, and we're both very hungry, but the soldiers eventually leave and we emerge.
I woke up from that feeling exhausted. I have no sense of time period or location. I am still a bit drained even as I write this.
Nobody knew at the time what was going to happen, and during the dream I felt that we all realized it during the march but most of us were in denial. I wanted to keep her alive. Whatever happened to the adults, no child deserves to die. I have the feeling that her mother is already dead. I am now the only "family" she has. She is my responsibility, a burden I have gladly taken on. I must see her through this. As we walk I test her, see if she can be quiet, if she can obey. She can. She's smart. I tell her quite honestly what the soldiers are going to do, and she trusts me. At one point we pass a hiding spot of some sort. I can't recall if it was thick brushes, a hollow, or what, but we both dove into it. We are not missed. We stay there and after not too long we hear the gun shots begin. We were mere minutes away from the point of no return. She is frightened but quiet. I can see the tears in her eyes. I hug her. It seems to take forever, and we're both very hungry, but the soldiers eventually leave and we emerge.
I woke up from that feeling exhausted. I have no sense of time period or location. I am still a bit drained even as I write this.