hello readers.
so i am a dreamer.
in more ways than one, but more literally i have dreams every single night.
and oddly enough, i die in the end of probably more than 50% of them.
i wake up scared half to death (no pun intended) sometimes but i have found a reoccurring pattern in most of them.
i nearly always die in the process of saving someone else, most of the time children.
i’ve kind of come to embrace this. the dream, really nightmare, is terrifying. especially the fact that many children go out with me. but honestly, how cool is that? i can wake up- alive- and ponder the fact that my conscience thought i died and i did while trying to defend the defenseless; kids.
as much as i hope i am never put in such a situation, i think part of my brain tries to torment a soft spot in my heart where my passion to help little kids lies. it’s something to think about. we are likely to always be attacked when we are weak, stabbed where we are already wounded, and hurt where it really counts.
i try to remind myself to embrace the fact that i am passionate about something enough that i would unconsciously lay down my life for it.
what would you do the same for?
claire.
the mind of a claire 