The same little girl from our flashback post appeared to me in another dream. This one was another dream where I was a little kid, but it wasn't a flashback; I don't really remember any of it happening to me in the past.
I was at my elementary school, and I think I was around 6 or 7. I was (hopelessly) building a fort out of sand, but the sand wouldn't stay put, it would always fall back down a little at the top. Steven was playing on the playset closeby, sliding down the slides and climbing all over it. After a few minutes, the little girl with the flowers drawn on her hands and arms walked over to me, wearing a little purple dress and smiling widely. She held her hand out towards me, introducing herself. "I'm Spring", she said. "I-I'm Garrett", I said, nervously. I stare at her flower-illustrated hand, and then I look back at her smile; so bright and warm and friendly. And then she giggles and asks "Well? Are you gonna shake my hand, silly?" I had had a cut wound on my hand from playing in the forest outside my parents' house and slicing my hand on a thorn from a vine. I reached out my hand and grabbed hers. Her hand was a lot warmer than I expected, and her hand felt like she had aloe laced in her skin. After we shook hands, we didn't really let go of each others' hands for a few seconds.
She giggled at me again, but then looked off into the distance towards the woods outside the fence bordering the school playgrounds. She looked at me and said "I have to go now. I'll be back later, okay?"
I looked down at my sad excuse for a sand fort and asked, "Okay. When will you be back?" The wind picked up very slightly, and when I looked up, she was already gone. I looked all around me, but I couldn't see her. I heard the faint noise of a girl's laughter accompanied with more laughter.
"Bye, Spring." I called out to the wind. I'm not sure if she could hear me or not though.
