... the dream only lasted a few minutes, I believe. I see this cute little boy standing on some grass. He can't be more than 2 years old, playing squat and up all the time. He is laughing the cutests little laugh and he looks at me and smiles. I feel all warm, he is SO adorable, and I smile back. He has little blue pants on and a white shirt - squats - stands up - squats - stands up - squats - stands up ... In a split second - I have no idea what happens - a car comes driving fast behind him and ploughs him down. I see his little body bend in under the front and disappear. No blood nothing - he's gone in under it and the car stops. The only other thing in the split second I notice is a gasp from my mouth as I wake up the same second and my heart beats fast and I yet didn't quite realise what happened ... After - the despair, the fear and the eager to fall asleep again to find out if he survived - and yet, of course, not being able to - it makes me think about the voulnerable lifes we have. And that we forget sometimes that it is. Who's gonna comfort us when we finaly find out?
