Sleep did not come easy. I tend to fight it off thinking that if I just rest that as good as sleeping.. but somehow it always wins.. This night was no different.. Again I am pushed into the stream.. I have to wonder why? The only difference is this time I can swim.. and I do to the edge of the pond.. and I pull myself up the bank to the side.. Its funny I can actually feel the ground with my hands as I get up to my feet.. I pass a few people... I say Tal.. but its like I am not there.. they look right through me.. I take the path to the 1st fires... but for some reason I keep going til I am way in the back.. the outer wagons.. I can hear laughing and teasing... and someone is singing.. but what I hear the most are the sounds of a child crying.. I walk further and see a small girl being held by a young boy.. her father is whipping her with a kurt.. the mother is standing there watching as are a few other larger boys.. The Man is angered over something, the mother is trying to explain she is just a child.. as the man turned his deadly gaze to the woman.. "She will respect me and honor me... and she will learn to listen".. The woman tried to plead for the child as the man punishes her.. They all look very familar to me in the dream.. but until I saw the face of the child.. I knew . I knew then.. but why would I be dreaming all of this past. What has prompted the sudden returns of my nightmares.. And the child.. turned and looked at me.. as if she could see me.. large tears fell on each of her cheeks.. and I remembered.. I was just 6 summers old... I was just starting to learn my craft.. and I had not done something the way mt father wished it done.. I remember now... thats when it all started.... I went to reach for the small girl... as I woke up.. I sat there quietly... Yes again I was drenched in a sweet sweat... and I hated him at the moment in time..
How could someone whip a child that was trying to learn.. not even old enough to truly understand..
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