This Dream I Had

This dream I had in the beginning of summer was a very prominent one.

There was this one person. I could not tell who this person was, nor could I discern the gender. I'm saying this is a person because it's not me. Yet for some reason I experience the feelings and emotions this person experienced.

This person is stumbling through a clearing in the woods. I can feel this person's exhaustion. It is immense, as if I could drop any second. Eventually the person does fall on the ground. I feel the impact. As the person lays on the ground, one of the person's hands brushes against a flower. A single, white rose. I feel the flower's smooth petals on the back of my hand as it happened.

The next thing I experienced was when something appears to grab the person's arm. The presence was not there before, but as soon as the contact was made, the presence was there. The person turns to the presence. The source of the rpesence was an ethereal being, completely white. This spirit bore the semblance of a young lady with hair going past her shoulders. EVerything was pure white about the spirit. the hair, the face, and the rest of the body. There were no features depicting that the spirit was in any clothing. My only assumption was that as a spirit, the torso on down was supposed to be non-specific.

The spirit then spoke to the person. But when I heard the spirit's words, there was no voice. I heard words, not seen them.

I am the spirit of the flower.

This flower is the last symbol of innocence in this world.

I feel a great threat approaching.

Please... help...

Then I noticed a tear stream down the spirit's cheek. I began to feel the spirit's sadness.

In the short moment before I awoke, it felt as if all that exhaustion was gone. As if the exhaustion just didn't matter anymore.

When I woke up, the last sentence burned itself into my mind, as if it was the spirit was delivering the last of it's message:

The most terrible crime is the destruction of innocence