the little girl that I killed

ok. I guess I should warn you... this dream is kind of intense. or at least I found it to be pretty disturbing, but then again, I guess dreams and nightmares specifically are always scarier when they are ocurring than when you are looking back at them later.

Right, so I was working at a summer camp... I'm not sure if it was the same summer camp I worked at for four summers or not. The majority of the dream took place indoors, so it was hard to tell. Anyway, for some reason, it was my task to think of something really scary to present to kids for a haunted house sort of deal, and the scariest thing I could think of was the truth. So I was in a big room with just this one girl. She was maybe 9 years old. So I just started telling her all these grusome tales about ways that people could die, and she was so scared that she literally died of fright. She was standing up, and she just froze and turned stiff--like she had been frozen solid. She quickly turned pale and he hair stuck out at odd and wild angles. I couldn't believe I had killed her.

I have thought of a few different possible interpretations for this dream. It could show peoples' inability to live with the truth or it could be related to my religious struggles as of late. I used to work at a Christian summer camp, you see, and I'm afraid that if I were to work with kids today in that kind of setting that I might kill them in more of a metaphorical way--in the sense that I would hinder their faith and spiritually kill them. heavy stuff. ... or perhaps I killed off a part of myself.

The image of the little girl is still implanted in my head.