Actually I'm going to catalogue the things I remember, because they're fuzzy but There.
- a grove of trees with thick, waxy leaves. It was somewhere by water -- a shore or a cliff edge. I was in the center of the clearing area, and another angel with brown wings was there. We conversed about something.
- bandaging the hands of another angel in the small bathroom area of my home. It was dangerous, we both knew that. They shouldn't have been in my home, and I should have called the authorities, but I didn't. I took them in, bandaged them silently but reverently. There was Something there, something unspoken. These were not wounds of battle, they were wounds of punishment. I bandaged them anyway.
- Speaking to a young child/fledgling, then hearing a bell toll somewhere a distance away. Standing, suddenly very solemn, and putting a hand on my sword.
- an alley made of cobblestone, cold and smooth under my feet, the sides lined with hedges. It was a quiet, lesser travelled path. I reached out, running my fingers along the leaves of the hedges, listening to the muffled sounds from the other side of the hedge
- drowning. Thick, inky tar sticking to my wings, my hands, my legs. No matter how much I struggled, it just pulled me deeper. It was everywhere, in everything. I called to other angels for help, but nothing came out. Just tar in my mouth, in my eyes, pulling me ever-downward.
- my wings! Impossibly large, owl-like, with pale off-white undersides. The other sides, the ones that faced the sky, were a deep, rich blue, the colour of the sky just before it goes completely dark, and spotted with little star-like dots
- a few general appearance things. Pale skin, dark brown hair that was choppy and a little unkempt. Always wearing white robes, almost always barefoot. Head wings, and a pair that covered my eyes.
I'm missing a lot of details now -- it's been six years since I really sat and thought about it, but wow. Wow wow wow. That brought back so many memories
