January 7, 2014
I know this is a dream. One I have had before. I see myself as a young girl dressed in 18th Century attire -- long brown dress, braids, laced up boots…walking down a dusty road to …?
In my dream the girls is always walking, yet, I always wake up before she gets to where she is going. Tall pines grace the roadside to the right and a plowed field waiting for the next crop on the left. Nothing or no one coming or going on this lonely dirt road to…?
She is carrying nothing and wears no bonnet even though I know the sun is brutal on her bare head.
Who is she?
Where is she going?
And…
Why even as an adult do these questions of the dream remain unanswered?
I still have the dream, though it has be a while. Just wish I knew…
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Fiction
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
In my dream the girls is always walking, yet, I always wake up before she gets to where she is going. Tall pines grace the roadside to the right and a plowed field waiting for the next crop on the left. Nothing or no one coming or going on this lonely dirt road to…?
She is carrying nothing and wears no bonnet even though I know the sun is brutal on her bare head.
Who is she?
Where is she going?
And…
Why even as an adult do these questions of the dream remain unanswered?
I still have the dream, though it has be a while. Just wish I knew…
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Fiction
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie