FILE 019: ANGELS
Last night I had a dream. As I lie here in bed staring up at the ceiling, listening to the soft ticking of the clock on the bedroom wall, I can remember the dream as clear as day. But even now it's fading again. Fading into the ether as the sounds of the storm outside overpower my senses.
In the dream I was a little girl again. I was on holiday somewhere. Somewhere on the coast. And I was cold. I'd walked across a coastal path alone and towards the edge of a cliff top. I'd clambered down the rocks and stood looking out at the churning, gun-metal grey sky that stretched out before me.
And as I was dreaming this dream last night I realised, during the dream, that it wasn't actually a dream at all. It was a memory. A memory of something that had happened to me as a little girl.
And what I had assumed had been the sea, wasn't actually the sea at all - but the land stretching out before me. Green fields turned grey under the murky storm clouds. My feet wanted to continue walking. They wanted to take me over the edge of the cliff. Take me down to those distant realms below. Something was forcing me to jump. To take my own life.
But before I could - and in the dream itself - I had looked up and seen her. A woman in the clouds. Shining and bright. Blonde hair swirling around her head. A white robe tied at the waist with golden rope. She smiled sadly at me and held up a hand. I can still see silver tears staining her rosy cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak. I could hear her. Her voice loud and clear in my ears. She told me that it wasn't time yet. Not yet time to return to my siblings.
I didn't understand it at the time, and I still don't quite understand it now, but I'm just learning to figure out what it was about. I've had that dream - that memory - time and time over the years and every time I see her. Every time I see the Angel telling me it's not time to go yet. Not time to return.
Not time to return...
But that's a far cry from what myself and Roper found in the Well. And I guess I better get back to that...
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