Real Dream...?

My hands are starting to go numb. I'm not sure where I am or how I got myself into this position. I'm blindfolded and I can't move, not even to see if my daughter is here with me. As I try to call out to her, my cries are silenced by an uncomfortable mass of cloth stuck in my mouth.

I try to move my hands yet again to no avail, marks undoubtedly lining my wrists. The metal poll is a lot warmer than before now. For once, I try to remove the blindfold with my shoulder by pressing it up against the bottom and pulling down. Or course, it doesn't work.

My wall I'm pinned to seems to vibrate. I hear a car start, as if I'm in it. A door shuts. Suddenly, I know where I am; the floor of a car. I try to scream, to let whoever captured me know I know what's going on. They ignore me and continue on their way.

It was a long drive, but once we got there, the person took my blindfold off. At first, the sun blurred my vision, but my eyes began to adjust. The clearer the image got, the more my captor looked like my 5 year old, Anna Lynn. When my vision finally cleared, I could clearly make out the face of a much older Anna Lynn. When I reached out to touch her face, my hands weren't my own. They were much bigger and darker. My fingers were long and fairly thick instead of medium size and thin.

Anna Lynn smiled oddly and pulled me out of the car, head first. I landed on the ground, panting and groaning. Pain and a burning sensation rushed to a freshly opened wound on my naked feet. "On your feet, trash!" Came a voice that I remembered to be as sweet as honey. The reminiscing made her pull me up herself. She propped me up against a pole and cut into my exposed back. I screamed in pain with a voice that wasn't my own. I couldn't understand why she was doing this, but I felt like I deserved it; I felt I was being rightly punished. I just didn't know what I was being punished for.

I hadn't realized it at first, but I was dreaming. It was so odd. Never in my life would I have imagined my daughter turning out anything like that, yet that was what I had dreamed about. It made me wonder how much of it could've been real or not.

Right then, a familiar voice rang in my ears, begging to get up and make breakfast. I smiled and turned to face her. She had a strawberry strand hanging over her left eye. I lifted my hand to tuck it back behind her ear and... my hand was still the same.