my
mother was driving her car, i was the passenger. out of
nowhere a girl on a
tricycle crosses the road and despite trying her
damnedest, my mother couldn't avoid hitting her. we didn't
hit her hard, but we hit her. i ran out of the car and into a store and i asked the clerk to call
911. the little girls mother was there, and said i was
beautiful for having asked someone to call
emergency services. this
puzzled me. who wouldn't do the same thing in the same situation?
my mother, while i was in the store, just drove away. i was frantic. she came back a short time later and i just
yelled at her. "
MOM, you HIT a little girl! you can't just
LEAVE!". she just said
sorry, but she needed to run some errands.
don't know if this somehow led to the next thing i remember about my dreams that night or if it's completely separate dream... shortly i found myself in a large high rise
hotel on the top of a
hill. my
sister had a room that she was sharing with me and my
boyfriend and one other person who i don't
remember. the hotel room was large and had a big
loft where me and my boyfriend were to
sleep. however, there were no real
stairs to the loft, instead this odd twisty stairway that led to a
ledge about four inches wide that you had to carefully make your way across. there were no handholds and i refused to cross it, it seemed about 15 feet up the wall.
the hotel was near my mothers house (there's really nothing near my mothers house, she lives way way out in nowhere) and we went to visit her. the
neighborhood she lives in was
frantic. someone had found the body of a
child in fire
pond. we began looking in the
muddy
marshy areas around the pond and found about ten more bodies. some were
rotted down to the bone and some were fresher. i had this fear that i did it but didn't remember doing it. they weren't
children from the neighborhood -- they were all acounted for. but they were all so tiny. none looked older than three or so. always just under the
water with
dead leaves and twigs covering them. then i woke up.