I had another dream. It was weird and strange, like the ones before; however, I had not seen the people who recently had been appearing in my dreams every night. The man who had given me the flowers when I was in my teens, and the lady in the vast green field who looked a lot like me were both not present, rather there was a little girl sitting on a cushioned couch. Her eyes were staring back at mine as each end of her lips curved up to form a smile across her round face. She was cute, but I was positive that there was something mysterious about her.