I dream that Hamza Al-Khatib (a kid who was tortured to death by Al-Assad forces) and I were in a playground. We were in a broken Ferris wheel. My head was hitting the ground while Hamza remained up. We left it. I went with my father and my brother. They had a weird impression; it was a mix of fear and rebellion. We walked the playground. There were people praying in the playground. We continued walking. I decided to go to the toilet and left my family.

When I became alone, someone (I don’t know whether male or female) threw daggers on me, one after the other. They did not touch me. I sheltered behind a door, but this ‘someone’ broke the door’s handle. I got imprisoned in a small and dark cell that had a high ceiling. All of a sudden, the cell became full of water and I started sinking and suffocating. I tore my clothes and tried to break the door, hoping to let the water out of the room. But I could not. I swam to reach the surface and found corpses and shreds. I got scared and continued swimming. A ghost of a little girl appeared behind me. She asked me where Shadi Abu Fakher is. She repeated the question over and over. I continued swimming to find myself home. There was another girl pretending to be me. I came closer to her, and wanted to ask her why she did all that to me but I fell off bed and woke up.

• Original version (Arab)