Title: Just a dream
Author: Melissa S.- Wikhoshkalaka na Kimimala
Summary: Is the dream that Dances with Wolves {Lt. John J. Dunbar} keeps having real, or is it just a dream?
Disclaimer: Any characters recognizable by their creators. I am not the owner of these wonderful characters, just a dreamer. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating:K+
Authors Note: I would appreciate it if no one copied and pasted the stories, if you want to share, do by sending the URL. Thanks. And very special thanks to my spell check, though sometimes that doesn't work, and more thanks to Bellamortsdaughternesha for being my true Beta Reader. :D
Dances with wolves woke up with a start, sweat covering his face, he looked at his lodge, it was empty. Where was she? Had the nightmare become real? He had dreamed it once before but she was always there to console him, to make him see that it was alright. But she wasn't, not this time. He pushed back the buffalo skins that were covering his body. He got up, finding his soldier boots that he couldn't seem to give up for a pair of moccasins. He didn't bother to find his buckskin shirt; he wouldn't need to after all. Screaming could be heard from the lodge, it was becoming harder to watch her do this task. To much; he could feel her pain. He stepped out of his lodge looking around, the bustle of the day had already started, but where was she? He blocked out the talking, the laughter of the children and the talk about another wonderful spring ahead of the tribe. He moved through the small path of the lodges, stopping at the ponies herd, and then going to where the women would work on cleaning the skins. She screamed once more, and then a loud cry was heard. Panic, they shoved him out of the lodge. He couldn't see anything, nothing was there. Nothing, she wasn't there. He could feel his heart start to beat faster, his panic growing more and more. It was real, how could it not be. But if it was then why could he still smell her, still feel her hands on his arms and back. Still hear the laughter that was distinctively hers, and still see her face. He had never felt so alone, he was alone.
Then he heard it, the laugh, and the laugh that echoed through his mind. He turned in the direction and saw the river that was sparkling in the new days light. The laugh again, he sighed, it had just been a dream like many of those nights. Another dream that got him in a fuss, that got him to believe she was gone. The drums could be heard, he didn't move, he didn't want to face it. He didn't wan to face what had become so incredibly real. He continued to walk towards the river, the laughter brining a smile to his face. He could already picture it; she was in the water, holding her buckskin dress up past her knees as she stood there. He stood by the river, waiting, waiting for her, but no one came, no one came like many nights before. The silence was unbearable. He went through the tall buffalo grass; he couldn't help the smile on his face. She was alright, breathing, living. He got to the clearing and his smile instantly dropped, he felt his heart sink at the sight before him. She was only the age of three, but she had the same features. Her hair was cherry red and already tangled and long, her eyes had the same green and golden that danced with each laugh. And her smile, her smile was of hers as well. He hated the dream, for being real; he hated the great spirits with each day that made that dream. He kneeled to the ground as the young girl turned; she instantly smiled at the sight before her and walked towards him. He didn't get a chance to tell her, to tell her how much she was loved. By him and everyone else. "Daddy.." Daddy..He thought. Though he loved to hear that word, he wanted nothing more for his wife to be sitting right next to him, so their young daughter could say the words he longed to hear, Mommy.