There's a Fire in Her Eyes.

I fell asleep thinking of nothing at all.
I was exhausted from a busy day & all I really wanted was a good nights sleep.
Of course a full good nights sleep is impossible for me really, so I guess this was the best that I could do.

As I drift off I hear the voice of a young girl whispering into my ear.
I couldn't quite make out what she was saying but I know she had a pain in her voice.
She sounded as if she was wounded.
Maybe she needed help?
I fall heavy into sleep & start to dream.
I see this little girl standing in front of a house looking at it.
It's night time & the little girl was dressed for bed in a silky white night gown.
It was snowing outside, yet the girl had no shoes or slippers on.
Just her night gown.
She had no expresion.
Just big blue eyes. Her hair blew gently in front of her face.
She just stared. The wind did not frighten her.
The fact that he had to be negative degrees outside didn't make her shake.
She was still.
Emotionless.
I stood & watched.
Concerned for this little girl, I call out for her & ask why she was outside at this time at night.
At this moment I look down at my phone in my hand & see that it's 2:34am.
Not a time for such a young girl to be standing outside.
As I look up from my phone I see her looking back at me & then start walking towards the house.
Before she even gets up to the doorway the house abruptly bursts into flames.
The girl just stands there.
Oddly enough I do too.
I just watch the girl watch the burning house.
The house was had flames coming out of every window.
Faint screams were heard from the house, but neither of us bothered to do a thing about it.
I could see the reflection of the flames in the girl's eyes.
Her eyes were glossy & pale.
She had smoke stains on her night gown now.
& her hair was full of debris from the house.
She still just stood there. With no emotion.
Just numb to what was going on.
I heard a car drive up behind us a throw something out the window.
I looked down & there was a box on the sidewalk.
I walked up to it & picked it up.
Not sure if I should open it or if it was even for me; I hesitated, but slowly opened it.
Inside was a photo album.
On the cover was a picture of the house that was on fire.
Before I could even open it the little girl grabbed the photo album from my hands & threw it into the burning house.
The little girl looked back at me angry that I would even dare open it up.
I said sorry & she just walked away.
She walked into the burning house with out returning.
I stood & watched the house burn, knowing that she would never make it out.

I woke up confused.
I wasn't scared, or bothered by this dream, but confused.
What was in the photo album?
Maybe I over think these dreams?
Maybe I'm over stressed & all these dreams are my own crazy imagination?
I really don't know.
But one thing I'm certain about, is I would love to find out.
The reoccurring dreams, the vivid images, the countless times I physically felt affected by these dreams, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in what it all means.
Maybe one day I'll get answers to my questions...