Astral Dreamscapes

I promised someone that I would write about one of my dreams today, so here it is…

A few nights ago I had a dream, which in itself is not uncommon…but this dream would make for a good story.

It was a winter evening in the north where winter actually exists (unlike here), and I found myself surrounded by a soft powdery snow (the kind that I have not seen in over 15 years). It was delightfully cold and each flake was like a tiny pillow. At first I was simply playing alone in my winter wonderland, but then came a voice…it was a voice that I recognized, and yet have never heard. It was the voice of my very own earthbound angel. The angel had come to play in the snow with me, she was wrapped in coats as thick as sofa cushions, with a big fuzzy hat that came down to her shoulders. I could tell that big fun was on the way…

My newly arrived friend and I spent hours playing in the snow…we made snowmen and forts, and threw snowballs, and built slides…but when we went to make snow angels, she mad them just by laying still. That was the only time her wings were apparent…they were invisible, but they could still make impressions in the snow.

And that is the dream that, in my mind, proves that I know an angel.

Unless muses have wings…