Posted on: 2016-12-28 by austy1900

This dream doesn’t start out some place I have physically been but it seems to be in some sort of apocalyptic city. I’m walking and there are so many different faces around me. People are speaking a different language and also some English but its muddled by the sound of a wheel barrow being pushed by a man. This man’s skin was darkened from the sun, brow glistened with sweat and I remember thinking how thin he looked. The wheel barrow was a dark green, little silver metal patches peeked out from underneath the paint and the handles were wooden. The scent of some sort of of spicy food being cooked in the crowd somewhere and my stomach growled. I was starving and thirty but I kept walking towards a house straight ahead. The color of the door was hidden beneath a thick layer of dirt but it had a little window. I know this place is somewhere familiar because when I felt the cool round knob in my hand I was filled with relief. Inside it was dim. Each window on my right had a sheet or blanket covering it. Beneath one of these windows is a dark haired little girl peeking out and I saw her young slender mother scolding her from the kitchen directly across the living room from me. She sounded panicked and angry. Inside I could smell some sort of musky odor as if there was water damage within the walls. The air outside felt hot and dry but inside it was damp. My toes unconfined by any shoes dug into the coolness of the 1970’s orange shag carpet. Let it be known that I hate that particular carpet. There were boxes everywhere filled with the odds and ends of a household. It was a hoarders paradise. To my right there was a hallway and I peeked down it. There were four or five other doors lining the wide and well lit hallway but they were all closed except for the one at the very end. I could see from where I was standing that it was the only room in the house which didn’t have a covering over the window. When I finally get down the hallway and enter the room I feel warm from the sunshine. There are all these plastic organizing drawers and when I opened one I realized it was my grandmothers jewelry inside. Outside of my dreams my grandmother makes her own jewelry and often organized her beads and uncompleted necklaces in small storage drawers. She passed them down to me and I have them at my uncle in laws house. I haven’t retrieved or even thought of them since I had my baby six months ago. Although I am not a hoarder myself the place where I store that jewelry happens to be filled to the brim with boxes like my dream. Perhaps I’m projecting that into my dreams? I always feel so overwhelmed when I enter there. As I look through each piece she made I pick up an amethyst pendant and felt weird. It was like I felt uneasy and panicked again. I took some news paper shoved in a box and wrapped this necklace up before running back down the hallway and locking myself in the bathroom. It was tiny and where the mildew smell was coming from. There was a tub against the wall when you entered, a toilet to my left and beside that along the same wall is where the sink stood. I was filled with a strong desire to hide this packaged necklace because I had this feeling like I KNEW somebody was coming for me or it. Above the toilet was a tiny window with some old blinds. Now just to make sure I am 100% clear any blinds I have installed come with a little box on top. Inside the top of the box is usually where the rope to the blinds is etc. Its a place where, as a teenager I used to hid my cigarettes from my mother. Once I hid it away that’s when my head felt as if someone had hit me across the middle of my forehead with a brick. All these images starting blending together and creating a movie effect in my mind. I was seeing these things that were after me. They were tall androgynous beings with white hair and skin. They had eyes that were pitch black, devoid of any emotion except for a burning hot anger that I could feel through whatever premonition I was having. It clicked in my mind, as I struggled to rationalize what I was seeing, that these were angels. They weren’t like anything modern literature depicted. Instead they incited this deep seeded fear within my very being. I didn’t question if they were creatures of God because I KNEW that they had come from the heavens for me. Before the angels actually blow through the door like in my vision I climbed into the tub to shield myself from the explosion I kept seeing play out in my head. Then just like that. I woke up to my six month old wailing and my dream ended.