A/n- None of the details here are fabricated; all appered to me as is one night.

Summary: a VERY, VERY vivid dream I had

Angels in My Dreams

Crouching down next to the rough stone wall. I knew this place was my own, my house, mine, but I was not alone. My large one room sleeping area jutted off into another room of bathing. Two showerheads and nothing more then a tile floor for the water to drain into and through a grate in the floor. I think there was a window hastily carved on the back wall to let the steam out from the hot water.

The only way out was a small staircase in the left corner about one person wide that ran up far until it met with a gate that led to the street outside. Only, I was inside, still along the wall, looking up at the three now inside my home.

They were angels.

I had seen no wings, but I knew. I knew.

There were three. One women and two men. She was large, built like a bodybuilder that had never needed to work out. Her dark chocolate skin was shiny as she stood under the showers in my house. With her, one of the men also showered. He was olive and just as toned.

But I kept my head down, crouched near the arm rest of my broken down couch, eyes focused hard on the stitching.
Behind me I could feel the sunlight warm my back. From my ceiling which had been quite solid before was now streaming sun. A square patch on my ceiling had a square column of sunlight.

The third was behind me, but I did not turn to look at him.

He was tall, thin, and had long blond hair and fawn brown eyes. He was young, younger then the two using my bath but not so young as to be compared to the old on Earth. He was an angel too.

As he moved around me, I scooted to sit on the couch. He passed to stand near the bath to converse with his fellows. I sat among three of four pillows watching the beam of sun, the angels mode of entrance. I was not afraid of that thick stream of light but I dare not touch it.

As I watched the light died and great rushing noise pulled at me. I was half standing now.

Looking to my left I saw the handsome blond rush forward and I went to my knees, the pillows falling off the couch around me. The blond, his name started with an A, also fell to his knees, his long blond hair twirling around him. He seemed to clutch at his body as he fell, scream or yell or make some kind of noise of distress. My ceiling was back to normal, the stone solid.

I was standing off to the side now, standing and not so afraid. The other two, the angels who had used my bath, were gone as far as I knew. Maybe they were still there, I thought I had felt the woman’s presence to my right but I hadn’t seen her. In front of me the blond- Anthony I want to call him- was on my couch, looking asleep. He was stretched out, hair fanned out, looking distraught but calm.

His face was blank, eyes closed, but a storm of fury and disgrace surrounded him, as if the light abandoned him. That light from heaven.

I stepped forward and felt myself fall. I was once again kneeling, but not in submission. I had never been kneeling in submission to the Angels, only in wonder.

This time, I was on my knees with pity for this angel, he was so young. A small strand of hair fell into my face as I was inches from the blond. Although he was lying on his side, his eyes looked up at me through long lashes and through his gold hair, brown eyes that held mine.

I knew, thought I know not how, that he was in danger. Something was wrong. He looked so forsaken, so sad, yet so resolved.

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