Burning Sea of Heroes

dream

Dad once told me that every war starts quietly and he's right. Right about everything cos my war started with the nightmares or dreams depending if you find it a blessing or a curse.

My dream is always the same every night for as long as I could remember. It was always a woman in the background smiling a motherly smile. She had a delicate but strong frame with deeply taned skin like a farmer's daughter. Her eyes where kind and gentle but ones that soldiers where to battle the colour of ice blue. Her white blonde hair was done up in delicate and complex deanarys game of thrones hairstyle that glowed in the afternoon sun. She had gentle shaped lips. She always wore a spaghetti sleeve floor length ancient greek gown that was an ombre of purple and black mached with ancient Greek sandles and wonder woman bracelets.

But she wasn't the only one there they're were also five others including me two boys and three girls. They all shared the same midnight nightmare black hair expect me who had dirty hazel blonde hair streeked with different shades of blonde. We are all around the age of four being an unruly bunch of kids playing tiggy.

The oldest of us four year olds shared the same farmers tan as the lady and me. He had an underdeveloped swimmers build that made him look skinny. His hair was as unforgiving as the mountain ranges that cut though and scar the sunburnt country. His eyes wher sarcastic yet trust worthy in the colour of the calm sea green seas but what marked him as an outlaw was is trouble calling smile. He wore a simple blue singlet with demin shorts in a pair of thongs.

The second oldest was a girl that had the build of a fighter that played rugby matched with breath taking rose gold skin. All of us girls had beautiful feckles across our noses. The girl had electric blue eyes that held a fighting spirit that was hard to contain. Her hair was long and choppy with the side shaved flowing in the wind this made her look beautiful but deadly. She wore a black t-shirt with ripped shorts and a bunch of bracelets on one hand.

The girl next her had an Italian build same as the other boy with matching ghostly pale skin. She was skinny but WWll skinny same as the boy. They both shared deathly black eyes that if stared into them long enough you would see your unruly timeless death. Her hair was down and flowing freely in the wind. She wore a knee length mud brown skirt with a simple page stained brown button up blouse. But oddly enough she also had a dull bright green cap that looked like it was from the 40s.

The boy looked very much like the other girl only difference was his crew cut hairstyle. He wore a dull brown dress shirt and knee length pants.

We were in a paddock of long golden grass and the bush srounding the outscerts with the afternoon sun making it look like an aussie bush heaven. We looked so inocent and happy still believing in the fantasy that we're safe and we're free from being just another pawn in someone's else's bloody game.

I'm always happy in these dreams and never really want to wake up to reality. But at some stage we always do wake up from the simple fantasies.