Dream or Omen?

    Last night I had a dream.

keep in mind I don't have dreams, I have nightmares so vile that if I were to describe them you would get sick and vomit, don't say you won't because everyone I have told including horror freaks and morticians have vomited.
  Last night I had a dream...It was weird. Not sure if it was a dream or an omen. You decide. Since I write science fiction this did not come from my wild and uninhibited imagination.:

     I said goodbye to it as I was about to close the thick iron door to its vault. Prepared to lock and wield it shut so that nothing more could get it, it had suffered enough.
     The metal that surrounded it was torn and ripped, scars ran deep into and the savage claw marks were visible as it hung there wrapped in razor wire from the ceiling. The ominous thumbing echoed in the vault chamber and blood still poured from its deep wounds, the worst almost splitting in two. Still it tried to stand proud and beat all of its worth, with flesh pounding on its steel casing, it beat. Wounds so deep that time could not heal bled forth as blood flowed and covered the floor.
     My heart had been through a lot and toughened when others had crumbled. It was time to protect and shut it away from the dangers of the world and other hearts. Only the razor wire held together the broken pieces, no heart should live like that.
    As the vault door began to squeak closed I heard a voice from inside. I should have never looked, should have closed the door.
    Inside the vault suddenly appeared and angel. I could not make out many features outside of it was definitely female and for some strange reason its exact height came to my mind: 5 foot 7.
     I couldn't tell how much it weighed only that she was slender with a slightly athletic build. She floated in the air and in front of my heart. Her right palm was extended to me.  The way she dressed threw me for a loop. She had thigh high black leather boots with a 4 inch spiked heel on them, light green fishnet stockings, a light violet skirt (only hung to her mid thigh) a light blue sleeveless shirt that was v-necked, a light violet corset over that, repeated the light green fishnet on her wrist and light violet fingerless gloves. Her right wrist had and over sized jade bracelet. Her hair shown like the sun and I could not see the color of her eyes or any facial features very clearly at all, if it was not for the figure having breast I wouldn't have assumed it be female until she spoke.
     Her voice was like a cosmic symphony of beautiful melodies. It was the most pleasing thing I have ever heard.
     "Stop" she commanded.
     "Why?" I responded in disbelief of what I was seeing.
     "Because it can not heal if you lock it away," She answered.
     "It can not get hurt anymore if I lock it away, it's been through enough."
     "I will not argue that." Her answer shocked me as I was expecting a fury of cliché's to be rocketed my way.
     "So I can lock the vault with you inside?"
     "If you do then you will not heal."
      "But I don't want to heal." I responded as I once again began to shut the door.
      "You have waited this long, what is the difference if you wait a little longer?" She asked.
      "I....I don't know." I answered, it was as if she knew something I didn't. I looked up at her.

and that is where I woke up. I honestly have no clue to the significance of all of this. "It was just a dream" is what I have been repeating to myself all day long. Maybe I have thought about it too much today and it was just some fanciful part of my imagination taking flight, I'm not sure. I am also not sure why I was compelled to share this in a blog, usually I don't tell anyone about my dreams.
Thanks for reading and seeing my psychosis. Have a great day.



28 March 2010

I have closed the door and welded it shut trapping the angel or whatever inside forever. No one in and no one out.