Friday, October 20th, 2017 — Mom’s Birthday —
— I dreamed I was in a foreign ‘hot spot’ country and somehow rescued a young girl and her brother who’d been orphaned by crazy racist/religious hatred-filled violence.
— The girl was maybe eight or nine years old and more aware of what had happened than her little brother. They’d seen their parents and other family members murdered. They’d been hiding in rubble (as instructed by their parents). The boy was young enough so he didn’t comprehend what had happened.
— The girl was also terrified of birds. The adults in her family had been watching the skies for bombers and helicopters that their government was employing in an ethnic/religious purge against them and the adults had tried to spare the kids a little bit of anxiety by explaining that they were watching for birds. The girl understood that the adults were anxious and probably afraid of what might come from the sky. I tried to hug her and explain that birds were not going to kill her and her brother. I pointed out several different species of songbirds, even hawks and eagles. She still recoiled, but I thought she was getting used to the idea that the birds couldn’t hurt her as long as she and her brother were protected by me. —> And then a Vulture flew overhead and even I thought it was circling us.
— She also recoiled several times when I tried to hug her. I thought I was trying to comfort her. When we got to a village, an older woman, a village elder, talked to her and explained to me that someone had told her that no man other than her father or one of her uncles – all of whom had been massacred – would be kind to her or protect her unless she agreed to have sex with them. The older woman said the girl’s concept of ‘having sex’ was confused and frightening. She didn’t know what that was exactly, but she thought it involved hugging that led to nothing but pain and humiliation and if that ever happened to her she would never be able to be happy ever again, and would become a slave to brutal, sadistic men.
— I woke up wondering whether I was dreaming something that someone actually lived, or that I might have lived in a previous life, or what-? I thought that what that girl felt and believed was probably a fact to way too many kids in some of the war-torn hot spots we hear about every evening in the news.
— God help them —