My Dreams 1

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I have had these odd dreams since I was a child. It started when I was around 6 or 7 years old. I was in my parents room because that is where I sleep sometimes. And I started making the crucifixion of Jesus using Play-Doh. Free-spirited and innocent as I was. I started to have dreams about angels. I love dreaming about them. Flying in the heavens. Smiling and laughing. They do not look like little cherubims, instead, they seemed to have these motherly care towards me and they were really innocent. Anyways, I started to see myself in my dreams. I was with them. Talking to them and they were taking care of me. I didn't have wings though, wish I had one, LOL. I kept my dreams to myself because they were something I cherished. And yes, I do remember my dreams with the angels. Cause I did not dream about them for only 1 night. I dreamed about them many times. In one of my dream escapade, the angels told me that they want me to fly with them. But I did not have any wings. So they took my hand and we flew up and up. I even saw my body asleep in my bed. Then they asked me if I wanted to stay with them. I thought that if I joined them, then I would be gone forever. I did not want to leave the people I love alone. I wanted to stay. Alive. Though I love their wings. They were so white and beautiful. I chose to stay. When I awoke from those dreams, I'd feel light hearted. I kept those dreams to myself, but 1 day I thought about telling my mother. Because it was kind of weird that I never forgot my dreams about them. I just THOUGHT of telling my mother, I did not really tell her. But after that, I haven't had any dreams about them. An out of body experience. Totally. But really worth my while.