Lavender


In your dream, a child walks through a lavender garden. The child wears a blue dress, but you aren’t sure if it a girl or a boy. You never get to see the face of the child and really it is nothing more than a figure wearing a blue dress. You watch as the child goes through the tall lavender flowers at a gently walking pace. You think the child’s hand touches one of the purple buds, but you can’t quite see. The smell of lavender is overwhelming. At the start of the dream, the lavender smells nice and makes you feel relaxed, but as all ways, the scent starts to grow thicker and makes you feel sick. You don’t know why that is, but you do know that it normally starts to happen just before the child disappears. The child all ways disappears. You don’t know why because you have a clear view of the garden. You can see where it meets the ocean blue sky. The child doesn’t fade, more like vanishes before you and you feel an undescribed anguish. Often this feeling has made you believe that you are connected to the child. Is it your baby? Or a relative’s that you are watching over? You don’t know, but you do understand that you’ll never see the child again. You rush through the garden and lavender buds attach to your clothes like rose thorns. You try to escape them, never questioning why they seem like they are. You only know that they are going to stop you and you must, must find the child! Why is the child so special? So wonderful, so important? You fail to ask yourself as you struggle away from the thorny lavender. Then you are falling off a cliff edge and the sea is a roaring monster below you. Your body hits the water, tumbling in along some stones. You drown then, just as you do every night.

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