I had the most amazing dream night before last. It started out I was in the midst of many different “people”, none of which I knew. I wasn’t me, tho, I was this round “ball” or entity~ I could see around me 360 degrees and knew from time to time what was in the heads and hearts of those around me. Who and what was around me were other entities, non-human, about 7 or so… in many different forms. They were magnificent creatures of conglomerations of other animals compiled together and children… beings manifested as children, but their souls were infact very old.
Two angels were the focal point and one in particular, the dark one, was laying on its back in what looked like slick black tar in a shallow black platform-type thing… imagine a box you get shirts in, now imagine it being a good bit larger and black. It was a “fallen” angel… and was laying down in the shallow box, with this black or dark stuff covering it. It looked like shiny, greesy, wet tar blanket over top of it. It was actually some type of blood or life force, from a creature that the “good angel” had to kill for the purpose of holding down the dark angel. (This sparked so much internal debate as I continued to observe what was going on.)
They were both of the same type and were actually kin, and I couldn’t help but wonder why and how the good angel could do what he did to the dark angel if he was, in fact, a “good” angel. The dark angel was trying to lift itself up out of the sticky tar to get away or fight and it was almost able to lift itself onto its’ wings elbows. The huge white angel was uncompassionate--- watching the struggling dark one and feeling nothing for it. It had purpose for it, but no other connection could be felt.
Instead, the light angel was taking the dark angel’s tools (chains it used in its attacks- and other weapons, literally, were its own body parts that it continued to regrow) to use as weapons against its own “side” in an upcoming war. The fighting between the two sides started out very covert—small skirmishes in places where one would expect violence~ alleys and crack house brothels. Addicts saw things, but either didn’t remember because of their stupor… questioned their own eyes/sanity or told someone and those they told just thought they were crazy. The fights erupted quickly and then died off just as fast and blended into our society as random acts of violence, like someone being killed in a home invasion or a drug dealer getting stabbed and left to die.
Some of “them” were warrior spies, sent in our homes and towns as children. Several of them around the black angel were these children warriors. We raised them, fed them, loved them and they stayed on for a while and when their jobs were done, went missing (literally… our society has accepted violence against children so much that it is not unusual to have so many vanishings. We just chalked it up to abductions never solved.) Some of these were legitimate abductions, but some of these were the covert warriors finishing their jobs and going back to where they come from. These things remained on a level that we attributed to our own tribulations, but the battle was beginning to spread to a size that couldn’t be hidden any more.
The light angel had to keep the dark one angel alive, just for what it could offer in defense even though it was EXTREMELY dangerous- and it looked it. It was what the white angel looked like if it were dead and decaying. The difference being that the white angel had a human-ish face and the black angel had a dragon-like face, fierce and viscious. And it was pissed off. It kept trying to raise itself up on its “elbows”, but kept slipping down into the muck and then it would howl, hiss, shriek and wail. It would play dead (or very tired) and then try to slip its tongue out slowly, quietly and then lash out really long and wrap around something- to tear off a body part (like your head) or to grab a weapon, preferably its favorite, chains. It used to be with the white angel and did its job with it, but it’d fallen because it wanted to do its own thing—causing a conflict amongst those where it was from. It wasn’t kicked out for being “evil”, but because the harm was to the purpose of why they were there.
It was obvious the white angel was a soldier by its countenance and feelings, or should I say lack of them. Even I, who was scared and knew the dark angel didn’t think enough of me to waste the time ripping me to pieces, felt for it because of its suffering, but the white angel did not. It was beautiful, majestic and terrible~ seeing it took my breath away. It was white and glowing and wasn’t solid… the wind blew sometimes so hard that it would blow me and the other creatures away (we had to hide in the rocks), but It stayed there and was separated by the wind, blurring and separating and then coming back together again. Lights were around it, on its wings, its hair, its white robe and it had a huge sword that looked like silver, but was made of something different, stronger and indestructible.
Its lack of emotions came through psychic knowing everyone had… and if you were on the list to die, it would kill you and not look back. No regrets, no second thoughts, no anger (or very little), no compassion, very little empathy. Most of this is due to the fact that it had no judgement… it never determined something to be evil so it didn’t get mad about it. It didn’t judge something to be good, it just was. Because there was no good, it seldom got what we would consider happy, but was never exactly unhappy. It didn’t have what could be called anger, but fierceness and intensity: when it fought, storms gathered and tore the landscape apart- earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes. Hence the wind we had to hide in the rock’s cracks for safety. It just deteriorated, separated and then re-assembled and kept on.
Oddly, it knew exactly what the beings were going though when it killed them- or shook buildings until they fell and died- but didn’t hurt because of it. It was as if it was above feeling, emotions weren’t part of its make-up because, besides the lack of judgement, the feelings would create conflict for it and it wouldn’t do what God needed to be done. Not like a psychopath because psychopaths want more for themselves, this being was selfless--- was a glove over the hand of God.
The dark angel started like the white angel, they were the same type of creature, having been in wars (it did the dirty work) and worked for God, but *fell* and now, in contrast, had a huge self and loved to get one over on someone else in its favor in the war. It had emotions~ RAGE, despair, and spite. It was "wild".
It took my breath away, too, it was terrible and awesome, and horrifying. I just stood there, watching~ being completely aware of how little I meant to any of these creatures. They moved around like I wasn’t there, almost stepping on me and kicking me out of the way sometimes. They knew I was basically powerless and not a threat at all, so me being there had the same effect as your neighbors pet. The “good” guys allowed me to hang around and observe, and I thought might be able to help in some way.
Me? I was a ball of existence. I saw in 360 degrees and tried to stay out of the way. Sometimes I saw the battles raging off in the distance, could see the fighting and could see the time changing and knew what the culmination would be. I hopped around on the rocks and hid, sometimes trying to touch one of them.
The other creatures were part animal and part human, children (who had very old souls). Sometimes the creatures and the animals would have to ‘switch’ spirits because some things this little girl could do inside the lion’s body and some things the lion could do by itself. Sometimes they changed so often that it was like musical spirits ;)
The creatures acknowledged me there, the children especially, because they were accustomed to being with us as one of us. I was concerned for their welfare, but it was obvious that they were much more secure and well adapted than I and I was the one who had something to fear.
I saw the battle, the figures at the right of the scene were jet black, color and lightless. The figures at the left were many and multi colored- animals, people, mixtures of the two- I met an eagle person and someone with cat claws, literally. They were fierce and intelligent. The setting had old cars not running any more, almost like a ghost town where humans resided…. But not anymore. I could tell that it was into the future many many years from now, but not exactly knowing when. People still were here, just not at this place. It was perhaps Utah… where rocks were abundant and cliff sides were pretty flat.
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All of that aside, I had just finished telling Stephen about the dream and we both agreed, that was one helluva dream. We went out front to walk around and I felt pretty bad- had a big dizzy spell and Stephen helped me back in the house.
Stephen walked around to the back sliding glass door and saw our dark little pet, our sweet little Chicky, laying motionless in the pond. Our light bodied pet duck was standing there by the pond looking at her. Stephen grabbed her out of the cold water and we tried to save her, but we were too late. The pond looked just like the shallow, black container in the dream.
What did the dream and reality have in common? Two winged creatures, (both bird-pets), one held down and weighted down by another's life force (the fish water) and the inability to get up. They were also "born" together and grew up together like siblings. The light winged creature may have knocked her into the water and was both unable to feel for her or get her out.
The rest of the story? Who knows. Maybe it has meaning or maybe its just an artist's fantastic imagination working at night.
If its a coincidence, its sure an odd one.
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