Sofi~
I have a dream, and even by demigod standards, it's pretty bad.
I'm in a bedroom and there's a girl lying on the bed, asleep. The clock on her nightstand reads 3:04. Why I am having a dream about a girl at 3:04 in the morning I have no idea, and I am about to turn around and leave when her phone rings. I change my question to who would be calling her at 3:04 in the morning, and turn back around to watch. The girl wakes up immediately, and as soon as she sees the caller ID, her whole body deflates, and I can see tears in her eyes. She answers, and doesn't say anything, only nods, until she hangs up and collapses on the bed. I stand there awkwardly watching the girl cry, until finally the scene changes.
Now I am in a large hall with many people. The hall is burnt and charred, and it seems as though there was just a battle of some sorts. I feel very exposed standing in the midst of so many people, but I am not noticed, as in any other dream. I look to my left and almost cry out in horror. There are a few teenagers crowded around a dead body. It is the body of a small boy, probably about nine years old. There is blood trickling from his mouth and he looks so… scared. As if the last feeling that he felt before he died was fear and it was permanently plastered to his face. Who could do this to a child so young? I want to comfort the girl who was crying with her back to me, but the scene dissolved once more.
Again I am in a long hall; however this one is virtually empty. I watch as a handsome boy and a pretty girl approach from one side of the hall, and a twenty year old woman comes from the other. They stop right in front of me. Again, I feel exposed as they go on having a conversation right in front of me, without noticing me. As the woman announces someone's death, the girl breaks down in tears, apparently in denial that she was dead. The boy is also in denial because he is standing completely still, not breathing or blinking, only shaking his head and whispering the word no, no, no over and over again. For the last time, the scene dissolves.
There is a battle going on, and a girl is right in the middle of it. For the third time, I feel exposed and raw in the middle of such a dramatic scene. I do not know why I feel this way, I normally do not notice that I'm even in a dream, but this one was different. A girl stands in the midst of the battle, on fire, screaming a name that I can't quite make out. I go closer and hear "Prim! Priiiiim! Noooooo…!" She screams a terrible scream, the scream of someone who has lost so much, and finally broke. I cry out in protest, why am I being shown this? The dream is so terrible, I just want it to end, end, but I can't seem to make it go away. Finally, I hear a voice break through the girl's screaming. The sound of someone saying my name finally yanks me out of this torture that is my dream.