I stood on the front porch, the ancient boards creaking as I shifted my weight. The windows of the house were boarded over, broken glass glittering on the ground below them. I put my shoulder to the door, and the warped wood finally gave with a loud groan. As it swung open on rusty hinges, I peered into the house. I could make out nothing in the darkness.1
I wondered how long it had been since anyone had entered this place. My footprints were the only ones disturbing the thick layer of dust on the floor. As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw peeling plaster, water-stained ceilings, and creeping patches of mold in the corners. Shuddering in disgust, I turned, meaning to leave. I could not remember why I had wanted to come in in the first place.2
I stopped short, listening. I was sure I had heard some noise, something rustling, perhaps. I told myself it was just a rat, as I looked longingly at the open door. I did not want to check, I did not want to know. Still, I found myself heading towards the back of the house, where the sound had come from. I entered a hallway and gagged at the smell which surrounded me. It was a reek of rot, corruption...death.3
I came to a bedroom at the end of the hall. Shivering, I went in. It was cold and damp in the room, and the smell was much stronger. I saw nothing at first, only stained walls and mildewed carpeting. Then I saw it, a heap in the corner. I stepped closer, noticing the dark stains on the bundle. Slowly, grimacing, I reached down and pulled at a corner of the cloth. A tiny hand fell out, laying limply on the floor. Stomach churning, I frantically tore the material away from the small body within. 4
A small girl lay before me, swaddled in rags and torn sheets. She was pale and still, her lips slightly blue. Maybe four or five years old, I thought. My heart went out to this poor child, who had barely begun life before it had been stolen away. Her death had not been peaceful, judging from the dried blood on her makeshift shroud. I knelt before her body and held her hand, wondering who she had been, and who had done this to her.5
As I wept for the girl, she breathed a small sigh. Her eyes opened, and met my own. She was still alive! "It's okay, honey, it's okay. I'm here now," I whispered. I stroked her forehead, offering what little comfort I could. She only sighed again, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped it away, noticing as I did the large scar running along her right jaw.6
I lifted the child, feeling the tacky blood on the back of her legs. As I clutched her body to my chest, I fought back my tears. "You'll be okay, it's alright, you'll be okay," I said, rocking the tiny body in my arms. "You'll be okay." I held her close as I stood and carried her from the room. I took her to the front yard, into the sunlight, and sat beneath a tree.7
I brushed her hair from her brow, noticing that where it was not matted with blood and dirt, it was the same coppery shade as mine. As I looked into her familiar face, I wanted to deny what I saw, but could not. Her eyes, so well known, never wavered from my own. I traced the scar along her jawline with one finger, remembering how it had happened. With obvious effort, she lifted her hand and touched the matching scar on my own jaw. 8
I began to sob uncontrollably, gasping for breath. She smiled weakly at me, and closed her eyes. "You'll be okay," she breathed, "you'll be okay." Her head rolled back on her neck, and her hand fell from my face. I began to sing to her, though I knew she could no longer hear. "Hush, little baby...", I sang until my throat was raw and my voice cracked and harsh. Finally, I dragged myself to my feet.9
Clutching the limp body in my arms, I staggered across the yard, blinded by tears. 10
Author notes
Another bizarre dream I had. Freud would have fun with this one, wouldn't he?
In case this was too vague for anyone, the little girl was me as a child. 
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Jeez this is so awesome! You have wicked cool dreams, and it was very...moving I guess you could say. I really liked it though, and I thought you wrote it out very well. Great job, really fantastic! Shannon
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great
oh wow, that was so interesting. i was very into it all the way through great writing, you're very good. i would love to read more if you added to this!
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This could be made into an interesting story. Maybe a murder mystery.
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Bang!
This is the greatest, I was completely enthralled throughout. You write extremely well. I love dream inspiration, it always produces something completely out of the ordinary. If I were a dream interpreter...I'd say you should keep writing, this is fantastic. -
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Keep up the dreams...I want to hear more from you. Great expression of words
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