i dream of angels
07/26/2025The gods descended upon me in my dream last night. I was at the beach with everyone else who lives on the coast. A hurricane was coming, and it was the kind we couldn’t out run. On land, a disease was spreading, making our loved ones mean. They began to attack, to spread, to kill. We ran to the ocean in hopes of finding safety. We had dreams of a cure and plans of saving the world. But the ocean was pulling back, winding up for a punch. As it peeled off from the sand, the towns began flooding. Monsters of the sea invaded our homes. We ran from the disease, from ticking of the clock. the hurricane was coming soon. We ran parallel to the shore line, into bays and swamps. People died, torn limb from limb by the beasts. At the moment when everything collided - the sea and the land, the diseased, the beasts, the surviving - the eye of the storm opened up and looked upon us. Everyone and everything became still. Creatures floated through an expanding hole of blue sky. Colorful creatures that looked like hot air balloons, and fabric in a breeze, and bright fish fins. The gods were upon us. They had come to save us. To forgive us. To spare us. Or they were angles, doing the bidding of the gods. I felt their impartial coolness and it hit me like love.
