Except she wasn't really a little girl.
She was the mother of the woman taking care of her and the little girl was aging backwards.
I finally turned back to myself . The woman bought the girl a new hobby horse and I played with the girl, but I was still in the hobby horse paint.
Then the woman took me to the river. I jumped in and the water took off the paint.
I ran to them and hugged them. My daughter took out the ribbon in my hair that was from being a hobby horse.
Do you have weird dreams too? Can you tell us about one of them?