…I slept for almost twelve hours.
The first thing I remember is finding these two children; one a little boy about 5 and the other a little girl of about 8 or 9. I was staying in this house that was multi-leveled and multi-layered; no one seemed to have their own room and it was so crowded that everyone would just have to find a place to sleep every night. There was always enough room, though. I took a particular interest in this little girl that had been found who seemed to have no home, making sure she had a place to sleep in the chaos, making sure she had food, and making sure she felt safe and understood what was going on. This went on for a few days.
Then, all of a sudden, I began to distance myself from her. I didn’t know why, I just had a deeply-rooted feeling that she would harm me in some way, so I began avoiding her, and thinking about ways I could get rid of her and her brother (whose presence I rarely acknowledged). The next day, as the little girl walked around in the long, pink pajama shirt I had given her, I noticed that she had started her period; she felt different to me as she walked across the yard with blood stains on her clothes to go sit beneath a tree alone.
A part of me felt sorry for her and wanted to go over to her and explain what was happening to her body. Another part of me told myself to stay back and figure out how to get rid or her as soon as possible. I felt that I couldn’t even keep her clothes around or any trace that indicated her presence; I had to completely erase her.
So, I went with my sister to visit Urban Underground (apparently I am in Milwaukee and Atlanta simultaneously, or U2 is now nationwide), an organization that shaped me in my youth. She had planned to obtain some social justice documentary of some sort, while I was seeking to ask Reggie if he knew of any places I could drop the children. My mom shows up then, and after not getting much help there, I move on and my sister becomes someone else.
This is when the dream gets a little scary…
TBC
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