.traveller.
What does it mean to dream of an Angel? This is the first time I have dreamt of one and it seems important, but I'm not sure what to make of it.
I walked into a huge, empty warehouse. I was dressed all in black and had a long black scarf tied around my forehead (I never wear black in RL, looks awful on me). The clothes seemed foreign in style, maybe Asian but I'm not sure. In the middle of the warehouse, a man was sitting in a chair in profile to me. He was dressed in loose fitting clothing that was quite travel worn. The colors were white and gray, although the gray may have been white at some point. He was clean shaven, his head was shaved as well. His features had that hard look you see on men who have come back from war. Two hair dressers were fussing over him, trying to put a wig on him and curling the hair. He suddenly lost patience and abruptly stood up. That's when I saw the wings. He launched himself into the air and flew out an upper story window. I realised that I had to follow him, so I did using a series of acrobatic moves that would have landed me in the hospital if I tried them in real life. I caught up to him outside where he was standing, looking down at the ground. He looked at me and I had the sense that he had been waiting for me. He started to walk and I followed. We were in the middle of a desert with nothing to be seen for miles.
I was prematurely awakened by a cretin so I don't know if there would have been more to the dream.
I walked into a huge, empty warehouse. I was dressed all in black and had a long black scarf tied around my forehead (I never wear black in RL, looks awful on me). The clothes seemed foreign in style, maybe Asian but I'm not sure. In the middle of the warehouse, a man was sitting in a chair in profile to me. He was dressed in loose fitting clothing that was quite travel worn. The colors were white and gray, although the gray may have been white at some point. He was clean shaven, his head was shaved as well. His features had that hard look you see on men who have come back from war. Two hair dressers were fussing over him, trying to put a wig on him and curling the hair. He suddenly lost patience and abruptly stood up. That's when I saw the wings. He launched himself into the air and flew out an upper story window. I realised that I had to follow him, so I did using a series of acrobatic moves that would have landed me in the hospital if I tried them in real life. I caught up to him outside where he was standing, looking down at the ground. He looked at me and I had the sense that he had been waiting for me. He started to walk and I followed. We were in the middle of a desert with nothing to be seen for miles.
I was prematurely awakened by a cretin so I don't know if there would have been more to the dream.