Lately I've been having very tiring dreams.

A few weeks back I had a dream where I chased off my old friends as a child, only to get lost in a dark neighborhood. Only then have I longed for someone to hold close and dear, to comfort.

Last night, I had a dream where I was walking in the city rain, the air blued with smoke and water. Without an umbrella or a raincoat, soaked. I saw a beautiful woman cross the road, long straight black hair, her image struck me for some reason. With the puddles of rainwater on the road, one car slipped and hit her, throwing her quite a distance away, only to hit another car. I rushed over to see if they were still alive. Her hair was in a mess, her pulse was fading but present. I tried opening the doors in the cars, but they were all jammed in place, the bystanders shocked at what happened. I came back to the woman and her pulse was gone. I tried resuscitating her, but it was so wet and cold that it seemed as if she had died. As I looked back up, both cars were buried under flames, the only sounds I heard was the crackling of the flames and the pouring rain. Realizing what had just happened, I no longer had hope for those in the burning wreck, only to save the woman in front of me. I couldn't bring her pulse back. Knowing that I couldn't save these people (despite my mind telling me I couldn't do anything about it anyway), I had such a heavy heart. I was drenched, cold, disheartened. I still don't know why the image of that woman stuck with me.

I woke up feeling cold and exhausted, my back hurt and my shoulders stiff.