Today I dreamed that I found a little girl on our street, or...something. The first part of the dream I remember was me walking and talking with her, anyway. I don't remember most of the conversation, but it was really sweet. It was early autumn, I think, and the sky was twilight. After a while, I remembered that I knew her from somewhere. She was the youngest sister of one of my friends, apparently. Looking back, she looked like the actor who played Scout from To Kill A Mockingbird, or maybe the little girl from early memetic YouTube who freely said "ass". You know the one. I remembered her name, but I no longer remember what it was. And no one I know has a sister as young as she was, perhaps 4 to 6 years old. She was pretty smart, though. I think she was somehow supposed to be a ghost, though she felt physical enough. As we were passing by a storm drain, she mentioned having a friend in there named Gregory(?). I feared more dead people, but it turned out to be a sleeping grasshopper.
I was walking back home with her, but something was different about the house I live in. It was a bit decrepit and had a hole in the wall at one point, if I remember correctly. Perhaps I was dead, too. There were a few people there, who for some reason wanted her - or something she had - for malicious purposes. The details of that scene escape me, but I ended up killing them all. And not in a cartoony way. The little girl faded away or left then, but not before leaving behind something...a small square thing, light orange in color and covered with patches or buttons. A postcard, a small box, a piece of technology? I can't remember. The dream ended with something, and I'm not sure what it is.
It was very, very realistic, took place on my street, and it evokes pretty strong emotions. It was a nice dream, and I don't regret waking up late for it. Sometimes dreams like these make me wonder where they come from...