Dreams are the touchstones of our character.
"Turn off the lights and lock the door. Don't make a sound," my mother said.
"Why? What's going on?" I asked.
"They're here," she whispered.
I dropped the phone onto the bed as terror ripped open my chest. Sam bolted the door, shut off the lamp and stumbled into the corner of her room. I sat in the opposing corner and stared at the floor. Loud, desperate sounds were echoing from downstairs. Sam's family was caught. They would be dead within a few hours. I bit my lip in agony, wanting to escape from the room. I glanced at the window and slowly moved towards it. The floorboards creaked under my weight as I threw open the window and beckoned Sam to jump out. It was a far drop, but we had no other choice. She refused to jump at first, but when we heard noises coming from outside her door, she reconsidered. She vaulted over her bedside table and landed in the dirt below. I followed her lead a few seconds later.
We sprinted to the high school. We never looked behind us because we feared that we were being followed. The main doors were open and we slid inside. There was mass chaos within the building. Everyone was running toward the bomb shelter underneath the ground. Thousands of feet pounded the floor like a stampede of bulls. Suddenly, an alarm went off. We all stopped running and looked at each other. It was unlike any alarm I had ever heard. Something was seriously wrong, and it frightened me.
A blinding white light radiated from the walls. I grabbed Sam's arm, gasping for air. We were dying, and I didn't even know why. I looked at Sam's panicked face and closed my eyes. I was ready for the worst.
I appeared on a plane. I looked around, confused and helpless. Sam was sitting next to me with the same panicked expression. We attempted to get up, but we were tied to our seats. What was happening? How did we get here? I peered out the window as the plane lifted off the ground with remarkable speed. There was an identical plane behind us that was having technical difficulties. It blew up and sent flaming, heavy pieces of metal into the sky. I began to scream as burnt bodies of our friends and loved ones were being tossed into the air from the wreckage. They were all dead.
Our plane landed on a cliff. Sam and I shakily exited the plane and sat down next to eachother in the grass. The cliff overlooked an immense ocean, and we had a beautiful view of the sunset. I soon fell asleep, allowing my worries to disappear for a moment. I didn't want to think about death anymore. I had a dream about a shadow of a winged man. I never saw his face, but I knew he was beautiful. I knew he was special. I woke up when the sun began to rise again. Sam was still sleeping on top of a black boulder.
"At least the sun will rise every morning," I whispered to myself. I stared at the giant orange sun in the distance.
"It's comforting, isn't it?" a man asked from behind me. I turned around and stood up. I was facing the stunning man from my dream.
He had white wings that were bigger than his entire body. He had long, golden hair and dark eyes that held ancient secrets. He was barefoot and shirtless, but he commanded respect from anyone who laid eyes on him. I stared at him in awe for a moment, and then I grabbed his hand and smiled. Everything was going to be okay.
*NOTE: This was a combination of four or five dreams that I had a few months ago. I recently read them in my dream journal, and I decided to share them with you.