This dream wasn't so random I don't think. I've been having several angel dreams before this but this one was kinda stranger than normal.
I was in this country like home. You know those small old timey homes you see in movies that take place in some rural area of the South. Well, I walk to the back door push through a screen door and see a pair of feet dangling in mid-air. I couldn't see what it was attach to yet because I wasn't that far out the door. Anyway, those feet were clad in some dirty, old school sneakers. Kinda like something you'd see a teacher or a truck driver wear. I walked closer to those dangling feet and at the same time it looked like whoever it was was lowering themselves little by little. His feet never touch the ground, he only came down low enough for me to get a better view of him but I still had to look up to see his face.
Well, it was an angel, giant white wings and all. He didn't look like what I imagined angels to me though: handsome, young, warrior-like. This angel had a beer belly, wore dirty jeans that had holes in them and a stingy white t-shirt that had a grease stain on it. I think he was even wearing a trucker's hat.



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