Dream
For the first time in weeks, I had a wonderful dream! It was so vivid and
for the first time I woke up with tears of joy! Praise be to God!!
*Warning - This is a long dream*
I'm back on the cliff overlooking the burnt valley - nothing remains now.
There are no trees left, no vegetation of any kind and even the rocks are
charred black. I'm laying there on the edge of the cliff with my head
hanging over the edge. I wept freely as my eyes took in the smoking
valley. My wings hung crooked and broken on my back. Burnt and blackened,
they reminded me that I was a failure. I tried to push my self up off the
cold rock. My arms twitched and burned as they struggled with my weight. I
fell several times before I finally made it to my knees. I buried my head
in my hands and vowed vengence on whatever evil force had taken Amy and
tossed my into the flames. I found strength in my anger and forced myself
to my feet. I stumbled away from the cliff and down the path to the
charred valley. A long dark winding path lay ahead of me. I pushed my self
forward for miles and miles. With every step, I felt a little of my
strength return. After what could have been days, I came to a stream.
Exhausted, I fell to my knees and drank cool refreshing water before
passing out.
- I woke up. I wasn't afraid or upset as I had been with the other dreams,
but I was thirsty! I got a drink and then drifted back to sleep -
When I woke I felt renewed and in a small pool to the side of the stream,
I examined my wounds. I was suprised to find that only the deeper gashes
and burns still remained. My wings still ached and burned, but already I
could feel them healing. I stood, surveyed my surroundings and continued
down the path. The sun was setting when I began to hear the sounds of a
battle. I quickened my pace, running to the top of a hill nearby. I looked
across a large field where thousands of men battled what could only be
demons. In the distance I could make out a female figure atop a giant war
horse. I raced down the hill to join the fray. I battled for hours it
seemed. I had collected a large broadsword from one of the fallen and now
stood facing the mounted rider. Men still fought around us, but a circle
had formed and no soldier from either side dare enter. The woman was a
terrifying spectacle. She wore black leather armor and carried an
unnaturally long blade that curled from the hilt and swept back over her
head. Her long black hair was thick with sweat and blood. The nearly
translucent skin of her face only served to off set violet eyes that
glowed with an unholy fire. Her thin lips pulled back to reveal a cruel
smile as she slid from her mount. She spat at my feet and cursed me in a
tongue I did not know. I lifted my sword and prepared for an attack; she
did not dissapoint me. Her blade struck mine and knocked me to the ground.
I was shocked at the power radiating from the thin figure before me. I
jumped to my feet and made my attack. I was deflected and forced face down
into the mud. I could feel my hatred bubbling up in the pit of my stomach.
I was back on my feet rushing forward sword aimed at the heart. Again, I
was forced to the ground. She stood over me laughing, sword at my neck. I
tried to rise, but was put down. Finally, my hatred got the best of me and
I thrashed madly with my sword, cutting my attacker's ankle. There was a
sickening pop as the tendon separated from the bone. She screamed in agony
and unfurled her hidden wings. They were large and thin like well worn
leather. She propelled herself into the air and swooped over the armies
fighting below. I had managed to stand myself up and tried, weakly, to
brace against the inevitable attack. She swooped in crushing me beneath
her. I lay crying and broken in the filth. Her good leg was pressed firmly
into my spine. I couldn't move. Finally I heard her speak. "No. You will
know true pain before you die." She turned and spoke in the unfamilar
tongue to one of the onlookers. "Bring the girl!" She moved her foot and
jerked me to my knees. She kept a tight grip on my scalp as a girl was
dragged, kicking and screaming into the circle. I screamed out loud when I
saw her...It was Amy. She had been tortured. She was tossed into the mud
before me. Amy crawled forward begging me for my help...I wept. The
she-devil laughed, and released my hair. She put one hand on the hilt of
her blade and drew it slowly. She placed it against Amy's neck. I was
powerless to stop it. I shut my eyes tight unable to watch. Amy screamed.
I screamed out to God "Please forgive me. I am weak. Help me!!" Time
seemed to stand still as words echoed in my head "Fear not, for what shall
you fear when I am your father!" I was filled with a power that was
unimaginable. I jumped to my feet and issued a single command. "ENOUGH!!"
The she-devil fell away in panic. A brilliant white light surrounded me, I
could hear my words, but they were not mine. I could feel my body, but I
did not control it. My attacker now lay in the mud at my feet, kissing
them and cooing "Lord...do not forsake me. I knew not that you were here."
My arm waved over her and the ground opened, flames leapt from the fissure
engulfing the she-devil. She was gone. I collapsed. I felt as though my
skin was on fire. My mind burned with holy words. I spread my wings and
and stood. I folded them around me and knelt to pickup Amy.
When I woke...I felt...excellent!! I just have a good feeling. I think
that everything will be ok. I have nothing to fear. I am open to
interpretations. I would like to know what this all means. I know that
whatever the meaning, its not negative.
for the first time I woke up with tears of joy! Praise be to God!!
*Warning - This is a long dream*
I'm back on the cliff overlooking the burnt valley - nothing remains now.
There are no trees left, no vegetation of any kind and even the rocks are
charred black. I'm laying there on the edge of the cliff with my head
hanging over the edge. I wept freely as my eyes took in the smoking
valley. My wings hung crooked and broken on my back. Burnt and blackened,
they reminded me that I was a failure. I tried to push my self up off the
cold rock. My arms twitched and burned as they struggled with my weight. I
fell several times before I finally made it to my knees. I buried my head
in my hands and vowed vengence on whatever evil force had taken Amy and
tossed my into the flames. I found strength in my anger and forced myself
to my feet. I stumbled away from the cliff and down the path to the
charred valley. A long dark winding path lay ahead of me. I pushed my self
forward for miles and miles. With every step, I felt a little of my
strength return. After what could have been days, I came to a stream.
Exhausted, I fell to my knees and drank cool refreshing water before
passing out.
- I woke up. I wasn't afraid or upset as I had been with the other dreams,
but I was thirsty! I got a drink and then drifted back to sleep -
When I woke I felt renewed and in a small pool to the side of the stream,
I examined my wounds. I was suprised to find that only the deeper gashes
and burns still remained. My wings still ached and burned, but already I
could feel them healing. I stood, surveyed my surroundings and continued
down the path. The sun was setting when I began to hear the sounds of a
battle. I quickened my pace, running to the top of a hill nearby. I looked
across a large field where thousands of men battled what could only be
demons. In the distance I could make out a female figure atop a giant war
horse. I raced down the hill to join the fray. I battled for hours it
seemed. I had collected a large broadsword from one of the fallen and now
stood facing the mounted rider. Men still fought around us, but a circle
had formed and no soldier from either side dare enter. The woman was a
terrifying spectacle. She wore black leather armor and carried an
unnaturally long blade that curled from the hilt and swept back over her
head. Her long black hair was thick with sweat and blood. The nearly
translucent skin of her face only served to off set violet eyes that
glowed with an unholy fire. Her thin lips pulled back to reveal a cruel
smile as she slid from her mount. She spat at my feet and cursed me in a
tongue I did not know. I lifted my sword and prepared for an attack; she
did not dissapoint me. Her blade struck mine and knocked me to the ground.
I was shocked at the power radiating from the thin figure before me. I
jumped to my feet and made my attack. I was deflected and forced face down
into the mud. I could feel my hatred bubbling up in the pit of my stomach.
I was back on my feet rushing forward sword aimed at the heart. Again, I
was forced to the ground. She stood over me laughing, sword at my neck. I
tried to rise, but was put down. Finally, my hatred got the best of me and
I thrashed madly with my sword, cutting my attacker's ankle. There was a
sickening pop as the tendon separated from the bone. She screamed in agony
and unfurled her hidden wings. They were large and thin like well worn
leather. She propelled herself into the air and swooped over the armies
fighting below. I had managed to stand myself up and tried, weakly, to
brace against the inevitable attack. She swooped in crushing me beneath
her. I lay crying and broken in the filth. Her good leg was pressed firmly
into my spine. I couldn't move. Finally I heard her speak. "No. You will
know true pain before you die." She turned and spoke in the unfamilar
tongue to one of the onlookers. "Bring the girl!" She moved her foot and
jerked me to my knees. She kept a tight grip on my scalp as a girl was
dragged, kicking and screaming into the circle. I screamed out loud when I
saw her...It was Amy. She had been tortured. She was tossed into the mud
before me. Amy crawled forward begging me for my help...I wept. The
she-devil laughed, and released my hair. She put one hand on the hilt of
her blade and drew it slowly. She placed it against Amy's neck. I was
powerless to stop it. I shut my eyes tight unable to watch. Amy screamed.
I screamed out to God "Please forgive me. I am weak. Help me!!" Time
seemed to stand still as words echoed in my head "Fear not, for what shall
you fear when I am your father!" I was filled with a power that was
unimaginable. I jumped to my feet and issued a single command. "ENOUGH!!"
The she-devil fell away in panic. A brilliant white light surrounded me, I
could hear my words, but they were not mine. I could feel my body, but I
did not control it. My attacker now lay in the mud at my feet, kissing
them and cooing "Lord...do not forsake me. I knew not that you were here."
My arm waved over her and the ground opened, flames leapt from the fissure
engulfing the she-devil. She was gone. I collapsed. I felt as though my
skin was on fire. My mind burned with holy words. I spread my wings and
and stood. I folded them around me and knelt to pickup Amy.
When I woke...I felt...excellent!! I just have a good feeling. I think
that everything will be ok. I have nothing to fear. I am open to
interpretations. I would like to know what this all means. I know that
whatever the meaning, its not negative.