Dreamer In The Wood (A Babe In The Woods)

  I dreamt that I was running through the woods with three or four other people. Something was after us. Some of the people were ahead of us. I was running along side a tall blond girl. that I felt somehow attached to. Suddenly the people ahead of us had split in two directions and I didn't know why til it was to late. There was a large deep drop off in our path. The girl fell into the hole. I felt devastated. I made my way down into the bottom of the pit, all along knowing that we all were still being followed. The others told me to hurry that she was dead and they wanted to get out of there. I told them I didn't care what they wanted. I reached her crumpled body, she was dead, I picked her up as I wept, and began to bring her out of the hole. Some of the people wanted to help me get her out, but I told them no, don't touch her. We started to move again, out of the woods at a pace that was strange, like we weren't touching the ground. Eventually we cleared the woods and came along side of a tall stone and brick church, the girl was still in my arms but her skin had turned an ashen grey. As we rounded the corner of this church a large black car, an old Rolls-Royce (like from the 1930's) pulls up a gravel drive into the church yard. I knew then that these were the people that we had been running from, that in actuality they wanted the now deceased girl, before the men could get out of the vehicle the girls body started to change in my arms. The grey ashen color of her skin darkened then the skin started to sluff off and her body began to shrink. The loose skin blew away exposing new pink skin. The body stopped shrinking. I was left with an infant girl in my arms and she was alive. The men from the car stepped up to us. They looked at the baby in my arms, turned and left. All that was said is, "That's not her." I looked down at this infant in my arms and smiled. I knew it was her, she was safe and I was happy.

  I am not sure what or why, but then sometimes there doesn't need to be a what or a why, just that there is.

                                                                              Sweet Dreams