It begins with me sitting on the ground, knees drawn to my chest, my back propped against a amber-colored casket, in a dim candle-lit funeral parlor. My face was buried in my knees as I wept. It appears that my father had passed away in this dream. Beside me was a ceramic dish with burning pieces of paper filled with writing. After a while, a shadow fell on me. Noticing it, I drew up head up to meet the caster of it. I was greeted by the seemingly friendly face of a man. He then offered me his hand and told me, "Come. I'll show you the world." Reluctantly, I took his hand. All of a sudden, a pair of black-colored wings sprouted from his back. Without thinking, I climbed onto his back and he took flight. The parlor disappeared and was replaced with snow-capped mountains and pine trees. After a while, the snowy paradise was absorbed into the eternal darkness of outer space, where my gaze was met with a breathtaking view of earth. He turned to look at me... and then I was ripped from slumber by the alarm clock.
It's been three years and I still can remember this dream, for some reason. A reason that I hope to find out eventually.
