I had a dream about you last night. The ordeal was over, and for some reason I was in enemy territory. And you were with them. In spite of that, you tried to calm me down, as you usually did, and for the first time neither you nor I feared touching each other in front of them, my foes.
All this time I thought of you as a friend, but in the end you acted as if you were one of them, at least as it related to me. I was confused and hurt, but last night, as you hugged me in my dream, I cried, maybe because I liked being there, feeling safe, protected, sheltered from all evil. And you were the one protecting me. And I remember how it used to feel when I wasn’t dreaming. Now I fear my dreams.
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