Angels & Dreams

Ever since I have been back (and I guess even once we decided to make the move) my dreams have been strange. Or at least stranger than normal. Many involved explosions (including the end of the world), which apparently have to do with change, and are not necessarily bad.

This last one I had was enough to wake me out of sleep. In it I am back at my high school (although really it seemed like a combination of several of the many schools I attended). There was some sort of reunion. Not just my class, but the whole school. As I walk around the campus I recognize people, but no one that I was really friends with. I couldn't even tell you their names.

When I get inside to where the party is, I am greeted and stopped by a group of women whom I again recognize, but couldn't name. They hand me a cup, and tell me that I have been "randomly selected" to take a drug test before I can enter the festivities. They have a list. My name is on it.

Of course, I am outraged. It is no secret that I don't drink and lost many in my family to alcoholism. When I realize they are serious, I storm off. I can hear them giggling to the point it sounds like one of them might bust a gut. For whatever reason I decide to walk through the school to get to my destination (not really sure where I am going).

Along the way, there is a corridor that has three steps that you up or down, depending on your direction. As I reach this part of the hallway I am nearly toppled by a large man who trips and falls. Other people see him, and just jeer and walk by. I reach out and help him up, think nothing of it, and am on my way.

When I get outside there is a procession headed by a cardinal or bishop, getting ready to enter the church (yes, I went to Catholic school). Before they enter, an angel appears overhead. He is dressed is in the most beautiful bright red garments. But before I can see much more, all I feel is the warmth of a bright light being caste upon me. It feels comforting.

I can't hear the angel, nor do I know that I am the only one whom he has singled out to caste his light upon. I fall to my knees and briefly hear the gasps of the crowd, but quickly concentrate back on this light. It is not quite the sound of silence, nor of music, but somewhere inbetween.

After the angel leaves I learn that he chastened the crowd for not recognizing what they had in their midst. But despite this, my popularity has far from increased. Most people start to back away. At about this point, I wake up, shaken.

No ideas on this one.