(( Angelic Dream Diary - 10/24/20 ))
It’s been a while since I’ve shared one of these - but last night was too visual for me to keep it to myself. It was the instant feeling of flying, of knowing I had control over my gravity and ability to stay with feet on the ground. I was myself, but parts of me felt like a lost nostalgia I could never get back. Even in dream, I knew consciously that this feeling would be fleeting and melancholic to wake from.
My sister was there, and this has been the fourth or fifth dream in the last month she has appeared in one. I was trying to protect her, people were panicking all around us yet she was the only thing I could think of. All I needed to do was get her into a car with family (my previous family I no longer speak to) and I did so. I then felt the pull of my purpose to another place, and blew her a kiss before raising with ease and finding the signs. It was an old, abandoned looking apartment building. An elderly woman and her grandson lived inside. I wasn’t and still am not sure who they are in relation to me in my real life, but I’m sure they will appear soon. I had to get them out of that place, but the grandmother was very reluctant to leave her things behind. I convinced her grandson to move her from there and left once more to another calling.
This one is what I I felt the most. I was in some kind of large, open arena. It was pastel blue (one of my angel colors) and filled with panicked patrons. An old friend was there that I couldn’t quite get to, even being able to fly at will. I just remember trying my hardest to reach them and warn them of whatever was happening, and no one seemed to want to listen. I remember flying around very frustrated and worried. I woke with the same feelings.
