I dreamed I was in front of a supermarket that was closed. All the lights except a few were out and I was laying outside the windows. I had a really thick jacket made of some kind of bone and reptile skin, smoke grey and black, with matching pants and a bustier. I had thigh-high boots made of bone, spurs and revolvers and a pair of Ninjato on my back. I know, messed up right?
I shook my head a bit because I was a bit foggy and I realised I’d been stabbed in the stomach, beaten in the face and I was bruised all over. I saw the reflection of police lights but heard no siren. I knew they were coming over to look. There was blood on the ground, presumably mine. I kept trying to use a planter to stand up but I couldn’t function right. I slipped, got dizzy or otherwise couldn’t really get my balance. The four-inch tooth-like heels weren’t helping anything. The police drew closer and I felt pressed to stand up and maybe run. I heard them get out of the car and I saw light out of the corner of my eye. They said something but it just rang in my ears. I couldn’t understand.
I tried getting up again and got a good grip on the cobble-like stone planter. I finally rose to my feet as I realised they were commanding me to turn around. The swords crossed and rising off my back most likely made them nervous. This didn’t occur to me until later. I tried turning around but my hands didn’t grip right. My head hurt and I was dizzy. I somewhat fell, spinning, with my back on the planter and an officer fired. I just saw the horizon leap and suddenly I saw the heavens. One officer yelled at his partner and they stopped firing. My head slammed back and I fell to the ground with my back against the planter.
It seemed like moments that an ambulance arrived and the EMTs stared at the officers with aggravation and alienation in their eyes. I could barely hold a thought, my mind was just in haze. They took me to a hospital. I was strapped to a bed like a psychiatric patient. Wrists, chest, head, waist, feet… I couldn’t move. There was an officer at my door and the nurses seemed nervous treating me. I couldn’t help but feel accused of some horrid crime. But what? They had taken the clothes off of me that I was wearing. Just a hospital gown. They asked my name… I didn’t know. They asked what happened… I didn’t know.
Days passed. I was feeling better quickly, but still not up to fighting my way out. One morning, a nurse opened the thick, heavy curtains holding the light at bay. I felt something painful at my back. Pushing through my spine and rib cage. The nurse began to panic. I started squirming but I couldn’t move. It hurt terribly. The nurse held me down but looked toward the officer desperately. The officer stood speechless. The pain grew and I felt like bone was bordering on breaking. I was still disoriented. The pain grew and the nurse called for help. I felt the mattress compress. It groaned and ripped. The bed creaked like it was bending. I still lie in pain, arching my back to try to relieve it. Several ribs broke audibly as something pressed my upwards against the restraints.
A doctor screamed at the officer begging to release the restraints. The officer nodded, then doubled back and told the nurse only to release the chest and head. She did so. I raised from the bed, my arms yanked behind by the wrist restraints. I screamed as my shoulder came out of socket. The doctor screamed at the officer. He only nodded. The doctor and nurse worked feverishly to release me. I felt a bone break but it was below my back… below me. Finally I could move. I leapt upward, feeling my broken ribs and I screeched in perfect melody again. I fell to the floor and scurried towards the back of the room. Immediately, I saw great white wings. One broken, one moving at my will. I thrust it at the others in the room to usher them away.
They all stood, staring in shock. I looked towards the opened window. Somehow I knew that this sunlight was my strength and truth. The truth I found was no holy bond to some otherworldly creature. I was alone and always had been. And these people in this room would result in my incarceration beyond that of prison… but to human fascination instead.
I woke up, terrified of being something of light and beyond that of common understanding. If angels existed, perhaps I understand now why they left.
(Pfft those typos cause me physical pain. Delete that comment and use this one.)
Of all the dreams you could have shared, I am glad you shared this one. .. It says so much. Does it it say a lot to you as well? Despite it raising fear and anxiety in you, nearing the end caused a feeling of happiness and sympathy in me.
You’ve had some time since this. And so I’m curious, did the fears that were feared manifest?
“And these people in this room would result in my incarceration… to human fascination instead.
“I woke up, terrified of being something of light and beyond that of common understanding.”
This is the part I wish I understood better (perhaps at all). Maybe if you were to portray a story, a story where something like this happened and what the results were.