Then I realize that the strange object in the house is me. I walk closer to the tree while the world around me is spinning, and clutch on to the picture that is being given to me. “This isn’t real,” I whisper. The reflection the is standing before me says. “Or is it? I think it is. You may not know it but, this is to remind you of something. No, you may not completely understand right now, but you will eventually.” She smiles turned her head ever so slightly to look at her back. Within seconds gorgeous Archangel wings slide out from under her skin making her (Well me. Us? I don’t know I am confuzzled!) just look at me as if I am to know something. She tilts her head up as she is looking at the sky that is clearing right above us and starts to take off.
“Wait! What am I supposed to know?!” I ask. She looks down at me and says. “You will do great things.” And soars up into the golden, white clouds leaving me on the ground, alone.
Again the world spins faster, and the wind is blowing so hard it hurts. The picture is hitting me like a baseball bat hits a home run. Images are flooding through me. I let go of the tree. It starts to dissolve into nothing. White, pure nothing. I turn to run. But where to, is the problem and the question. There is nothing. And I mean nothing here. I start to run. But like always, with me being a clutz, I fall to the ground. And that is when I open my eyes. The room is still dark.