The Danger in Dreaming
'Ello! This story is for dreamergirl's story contest. She gave me this wonderful title, so thanks to her for the inspiration! Here's the link to the contest if you want to check it out:
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Beautiful Dreams, Horrible Nightmares
"Bad dreams again, Ellie?" she cooed into my ears as she stroked my hair with her fingers.
"Yes, mommy," I choked.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Gently, I shook my head.
But after a minute, I whispered it to her anyway.
"I was in the meadow, picking flowers. The trees were pretty, and the wind was singing to me. But there was a daffodil, all by itself. It was dying, mommy. All of the ground was crumbling away from the roots. So I went to help it, and the roots grabbed me. They dragged me under, and I couldn't breathe. I - I -" and I started crying. There were so many more horrible things, but I was too upset. I dug my face into my mother's pillow and sobbed.
We were silent for a while.
"Ellie? Would you like to hear something my mom once told me?"
Her fingers brushed through my hair again. "I'll tell you exactly what she said to me. There's something special about dreams. You can dream when you're asleep. Those kinds of dreams are the dreams that show who you are as a person. But the dreams you dream when you're awake, are the kind that show who you want to be. You're my little princess. Don't let anybody put down the power or the beauty of your dreams."
I wanted to tell her something, but I was exhausted, and she held me as I fell asleep.
Eleven years later, I wake with a start.