I dreamt I was visiting or living in a war-torn country. I was walking through a "neighborhood" with a small child and all it consisted of was a street of rubble, and broken buildings on either side.The houses had no doors, or windows and people were just generally hanging out looking out onto the street. The street was the most amazing part though. You couldn't actually see the road surface any longer, the area had been part of a battle, and then eventually it became a dumping ground for tanks, guns and othe weapons of war.Dirt had drifted in, making it an armament mountain. So the path sloped upwards and you had to wind yourself around such items as gun turrents. The small child I was with had a terrible time climbing, and constantly stumbled. I fell often and caught my foot, between a rock and a half buried helmet.
As we climbed along, I noticed that moss had started growing amidst the cracks. It was a beautiful soft, thick spongy green, concealing the dreadfullness below.
Then suddenly, I looked and saw a small miracle growing admist the moss. A beautiful pink and white water flower, had sprouted amidst the disarray. From somewhere water was leaking and trickling down the slope, creating a tiny pool, enough to feed the soil, and nurture a seed that had blown in on the wind. I looked up at the small child with disbelief and wonder, she pointed back to the flower and said, "watch". To my amazement, a small sprinkle of water shot out of the heart of the flower, then slowly subsided. I waited again at the child's instruction, this time I was rewarded with spray of water from within the flower. I looked around at the people watching who were familiar with this remarkable flower. I washed my hurting dry dusty feet and felt my fears and apprehensions wash away. I looked around at the beautiful people, forced to live there and I forgot about the horror and destruction which had occurred in this place.
