Dream A Dream....

And you may not understand it at all. This dream I had was one of the more... bweildering dreams I've had in a while.

I was at Brandie and Jane's old townhouse, and everyting was packed up except for the things that couldn't be packed. Jane and I were watching TV while Brandie and Chris were in Brandie's room, studying for a test. The only thing different about what the rooms looked like was that the paint on the walls was darker, and the ceilings were taller.

After we had gotten done watching the movie, I went back to brandie's room to see what was going on. I wasn't met with "go away" when I knocked on the door, so I went inside. They were siting on opposite ends of the bed and giving the other a quiz on what they studied. After a few minutes of watching then, I started hear a scratching or knocking sound at the back door. I asked Chris and Brandie if they were able to hear it too, but they said that all they heard was eachother talking.

I left them to their own devices and went to the end of the hallway. I could hear it louder now, ad realized it was coming from the back door. Nothing's in the back yard except a small boat and a tall wooden fence, so I was baffled as to what it could have been. I went to the back door and saw that it was an african american woman about 18 to 22 years of age. No one knew anything about her except she looked like she was homeless, and she had an old blood stain on her dingy white undershirt, just above her heart.

I asked Jane if we could bring her in and she said yes, so I brought her inside and took off her thin red jacket she had on. She lokoed a little worse for wear, but she was all there. As I handed her back her jacket, but an envelope and a piece of paper fell out of the inside pocket. I picked it up and gave it to her, but noticed that there was a small hole surrounded by blood through both of them. She hastily took them from me and said that they were nothing, so I decided to 'leave it at that'. After a while of talking and eating (I took her to get somethign to eat from some of the places that were open) I asked her where she came from, but she told me that I wouldn't believe her. When we got back, I asked her to show me where she came from, and she did. We walked out the front of the townhouse and across the street, through some trees and a few shrubs, and finally, after abuot 40 minutes, came to a clearing.

She held her hand out like she was leading me through a door, but all I saw was an old shack in the midle of a clearing.

"It doesn't look like much, but this was my home." she said.

"what happened?" I asked in amazement and shock.

"There was a fire. I ran out andsomeone shot me in the chest...." she started and regaled me with the story of her life.

"So how long ago did this happen?" I asked her.

"about two hundred and twenty years ago.... Go look behind the house." She told me. Around the back of the house, there was an oak tree with a pile of leaves at the base of it. As I dug, I felt hr coming up behind me and putting her hand on my shoulder. I didn't know what she was goign to do with me, but I kept digging into the pile of leaves.

After a few minutes, I found the bones of an arm and turned around. The girl was crying with her hand over her mouth and I put my arm around her.

"may I ask you your name?" I told her.

"Yes. My name is Angela." she said quietly. I smiled at her and hugged her.

"That's a beautiful name Angela. Let me give you a proper burial ok?"

She started crying and told me that no one had ever done that to her. She had seen so much change about where she used to live that she didn't know where she was. after i got done burying what I could find of her skeleton, about 4 feet deep anyways, I started to feel her disappearing. I hugged her again and told her that I'd be trying to find her again in a next life, or in paradise. She smiled and said ok, and then walked into the tree. After a bright light died down, I looked around and could see nothing but me, alone in the woods.

A whoosh of steem came from behind me, sounding like it was from a steam engine, and tehn I heard Angela again.

"Thank You." I heard from all around me. I couldn't do anything but stand there and look at the sky, and cry a bit.

After taking a few hours to pay my respects to her, I walked back to Brandie's townhouse, just... a little more humble than when I left.