I was standing at a bus stop with a crowd of people. I remember several buses passed by before one stopped and let myself and the crowd of folks waiting with me on the bus. Before I sat in one of the back seats, someone handed me a very sad blond haired little girl and asked me to take care of her because her mother was in jail. I held the little girl in my arms and told her everything was going to be alright and I would take care of her. I held her close and tight. I remember my sister was trying to get to the back of the bus to get a seat next to me.
At that point I awoke and looked at the clock. It was 330a. I laid staring at the ceiling missing Ava. What did the dream represent? Who was the little girl? Ava? Myself?