Nightmares Are Not Just For Children
Posted by: Chris Streeter
23/10/2014
in Daisy-Ella
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It’s 5am and I’m sitting here on my humble throne (the toilet) trying to take in what on earth just went through my mind as I slept. I’m generally not a man who has dreams let alone nightmares but this one just screwed me up a little.
I’ve been up for 10 minutes now and the nightmare is still Very, VERY Vivid as if it had actually happened.
The dream –
I was sitting at home alone with Daisy-Ella baby whilst my wife was away on what I can only really presume to be as ‘business’ (as it didn’t really etch in that far) enjoying watching some TV whilst she was asleep, until I heard some crying outside my house. It was a small young girl no older than 10 years old I’d say, weeping at the fact that she couldn’t find her daddy. I decide to take her in to the house and try in earnest to find out any information to find out where her parents may be. I pour her and myself a drink and I walk to turn the TV off, take a sip and all goes black.
I awaken to see my wallet, phone, money and Daisy-Ella were gone with this little girl the obvious culprit.
I dash straight out of the door thinking she’s not to old so no car would be around but maybe a bus service would be available.
Running to the bus stop I manage to flag the service as it was leaving so I could jump on. Waves and waves of little kids of all shapes, sizes and colours are running around my feet with what looked to be an adoptive family taking up the ‘handicap’ area of the bus… I wade through searching in hope to no evail so went up to the second floor of the bus to see this little girl sitting by herself.. Taking a glimpse of my open wallet on the floor and phone smashed laying on it side I grab this girl asking for my daughter and she’s mute. Nothing, why isn’t she speaking? Not a peep. So I call for the bus driver and ask him to call the police. Taking this young girl downstairs I’m confronted by the ‘adoptive’ father who asks me what is happening and whether I knew him.. I’m a bit lost as to what he means and he asks again ” do you know me“, I don’t recognise him but still explained what happened and out the corner of my eye I see her, nestled In to the corner of a seat at the back of the bus.. I run and pull her into my embrace. The bus driver calls me over asking me for details to call through to dispatch and asks me to take hold of the young girl whilst he does so. “Do you want me to hold her?”, ” I’m fine I’ve got her”, “no your baby” seeing I have my hands full I agree with this man and carry on. A few minutes later I look around to see this man had gone and so had Daisy-Ella, I’m shock I lose grip of the young girl as she ran into an old decrepit housing estate. Again I run, looking left, right, up and down hoping for a glimpse. I see the young bus driver on my journey again but this time walking into his house as he asks me if “I wanted a beer”, if been running for hours and with my heart racing and seeing no clear result I take him up on refreshment. I meet his mother and we get to talking until she informs me of ‘a family who always have new children and doesn’t know where they come from’ down the way. Saying thank you, again I take foot to where this lady had said they reside..
I peak through the window to see this ‘adoptive’ dad and carry on with my investigation until I reach a back door. Encircled by children was my Daisy-Ella with a forlorn look upon her face. All I wanted to do was hold her and keep her safe. *open door* I grab her and run. With no phone I cannot call for help, and being ignored by all passers by I felt no real back up was available. The ‘adoptive’ father caught up with me and threw a rock at me and Daisy-Ella and I looked back, he had a knife and not knowing where I was going I was cornered.
This was the exact point My wife woke me up.. I guess I was making some
Noise in my sleep and she just held me.. I tried in earnest to fall back asleep but I just can’t, all I could think was ‘is Daisy-Ella okay’ and asked my
Wife the same question. I’m watching over my Daisy-Ella now with eager eyes still rattled and shaken up and it’s turned 6am. I think I’m up for the day now. But at least I know she’s safe.
Have you ever had a nightmare like this?
I have a friend looking into this for me so I’ll update the theory as soon as I know..
Big thank you to Benjamin Mullen for this analysis
UPDATE:
Nightmares are typically a reflection of our fears, and what deeper fear does a parent have then their little one growing up? Time flies. One second you are holding her in your arms, the next moment she’s gone and living another life. With people you don’t know, in places that aren’t familiar. On the bus you said the “adoptive family” was surrounded by waves of children. The “adoptive family” seems to be your daughter’s adult life, and all the other children are people in her life. They appear to you as children though because you will be, at that point, an elder person. You are still able to reach her from time to time, but by “accepting the beer offered by the driver” you will eventually accept that she is, to an extent, out of your reach. Her choices are her own and whatever happens will happen. Till one day she will fail, be hurt beyond any kind of hurt she’s ever felt, like we all do at some point in our life. But when that happens, you’ll be there to protect her.
Thanks for reading.
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