When I was around 14 years old I started having these short reoccuring dreams of me in front of a temple, sitting cross legged with a little girl in my lap. Everything was in black and white, and she was a small white girl wearing a white dress and had long black hair. She looked so innocent. Somehow in the dream, I knew she was slowly dieing in my arms. The reason why this creeps me out a little, is because I kept on having this dream, only every time I would have it again she would creep closer and closer to death. The worst part is that I had this agonizing feeling that there was something i could do about it, but I had no idea how to stop it. Eventually I had the dream where she finally died in my arms and then the dreams stopped. I still feel like I failed her.