dragonfly dream #4

Dream #4
the city was flooded and I came accross a drowning small child who kissed me when I picked her up. She was so small she could be wrapped up in a napkin. I became instantly extremely attached to her and wanted to save her.
A series of events occured as I was carrying her in my hands. She had smooth, very smooth and wide cheeks, her arms stayed at her sides like a doll.
She wore red wine like pyjamas.
I loved her.
She,
in the midst of things.
threw up once.
and all hope went out with her yakking.
She became all shrivelled up like an old
dragonfly carcass...
I could not accept that she was dead,
I could not tell for sure, although all the aspects of her had radically changed and I was holding between my fingers what had essentially become dust.