- The little girl runs through the dark city streets, in sneakers and a summer dress. Her long blonde hair is soaked brunette by the falling rain, and is sticking to her face. She turns into an alley and crouches next to a dumpster. As the rain begins to pour down even more heavily, she leans back against the concrete wall, wraps her dress tightly around her legs, and begins to shiver and whisper.
"You will never be alone. You will never be alone. You will never be alone..."
Her eyes are beautiful as she stares up at the clouds, blinking as the raindrops hit her eyes.
- I look at the calendar. It's Saturday. I look at the calendar. It's Tuesday. I look at the calendar. It's Thursday. I look at the calendar. It's Sunday. I look at the calendar. It's Sunday. I'm cold.
I would like to know who the girl is in the first dream, and where the days are going in the second.