Heavenly Host
I had a dream that I was a low-level angel, but that I had become severed from the heavenly host and that this was the first time in my entire existence that I had experienced being an individual rather than part of a collective entity. I was distraught.
There was a woman who was trying to help me, and I didn't know what to say (mostly because I had always had the input of a thousand others when making decisions previously) so I explained away my hesitancy by telling her that English wasn't my first language (which was true and false at the same time, because I could speak every language)
I can't express how distressing it was to not be part of a collective consciousness. It was like being naked and bleeding and surrounded by wolves. And you're sure that all the wolves can smell the blood, but for some reason they seem to be oblivious to your existence. And there's no explanation other than they must be pretending in order to lull you into a false sense of security.
That was what the whole dream felt like. It was not restful sleep.
A man came along who tried to hurt us (I don't remember how so - I just remember that the woman was clearly reacting as if very threatened by his presence and the things he was saying). I knew that I needed to keep a low profile until the Host returned and found me, but I couldn't let him hurt the woman, so I reached into his chest and crushed his heart in my hand. The woman was clearly upset by this, but she kept trying to help me, which was nice. She urged me to run and follow her before someone found the man whose life I had just ended.
Eventually we arrived at a beach house, which was where the dream just kind of ended.
There was a woman who was trying to help me, and I didn't know what to say (mostly because I had always had the input of a thousand others when making decisions previously) so I explained away my hesitancy by telling her that English wasn't my first language (which was true and false at the same time, because I could speak every language)
I can't express how distressing it was to not be part of a collective consciousness. It was like being naked and bleeding and surrounded by wolves. And you're sure that all the wolves can smell the blood, but for some reason they seem to be oblivious to your existence. And there's no explanation other than they must be pretending in order to lull you into a false sense of security.
That was what the whole dream felt like. It was not restful sleep.
A man came along who tried to hurt us (I don't remember how so - I just remember that the woman was clearly reacting as if very threatened by his presence and the things he was saying). I knew that I needed to keep a low profile until the Host returned and found me, but I couldn't let him hurt the woman, so I reached into his chest and crushed his heart in my hand. The woman was clearly upset by this, but she kept trying to help me, which was nice. She urged me to run and follow her before someone found the man whose life I had just ended.
Eventually we arrived at a beach house, which was where the dream just kind of ended.