(25/02/17 ~ Dream 3) Next dream included a little girl too. From one point of view it made it seem like it was me because I could sometimes see through the girls eyes or memories, but it wasn't me. The little girl had short, dark brown hair compared to my light blonde ones when I was her age. She was around 3 or 4 years old and was walking on her own. I could see, as if through cameras, that she was hiding in a bathroom of what looked like some kind of agency. I was sat by an old computer (literally the old, creamy-coloured, big-block computer you are imagining), going through important files. Except, the files were gone. Everything was mixed up, deleted or altered and something told me that it was the little girl, bringing the possibility that she was a spy kid and we were all some kind of spies but she was from an opposite team.