Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

I was a young girl, around 10 or 11 years old. I slept in the same room with my sister and every night really strange things would occur. She would sleep walk and talk, but the things she said were really disturbing. It was as if she became someone else at night.

So, every night I would have to resist her attacking me.

One night, she whispered to me, "Stop resisting. The plot needs to move forward."

I thought about this for a moment. What a strange thing to say.

But what if she was right? Every night it felt like we were going in circles, the same thing all the time. It really did feel like our "plot" was getting stuck because I kept resisting her.

"Fine," I whispered back.

She smiled and took her knife and put it against my neck. She slid it across the skin while pushing down, I felt my adrenaline rushing and my skin breaking.

A few minutes later, I was dead.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Where's Lizzy?" The store manager asked.

"I 'unno," I replied back. I was now a young boy, around 12 to 14. Apparently Lizzy was my sister, and all of us worked in a family business alongside the road in the middle of nowhere.

"She was supposed to be here an hour ago," my father vented.

A man came busting through the door with a wild look on his face and stammered, "Lizzy...she's dead!" He didn't look related to us. He kind of looked like Chuck Norris.

Everyone was in a frenzy.

Later in the night I was standing outside on the road. It was pitch black outside.

I was the only one standing here. There wasn't anything here for miles but crops upon crops.

I feel like I've been here before.

An eerie light was coming from the horizon. It was getting closer and closer and closer.

In the light I saw a silhouette of an angel walking towards me. He was rather tall and his wings were spread out.

As he got closer I could see him more clearly in the ominous light.

He had long silver hair and silver wings.



"I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I am not a good angel," he said in his deep voice, "however I think it fair to alert you as to what is happening on our plane."

I feel like I've been here before...

"Your sister fell victim to a dark angel, but not in vein. It had to happen - to let the plot progress. You see, on our plane there is a war between the good guardians and the bad guardians. I am on neither side, simply a messenger."

His voice had a strange scowl to it.

"And since you're family will be torn in the middle of the war, you should meet some of the guardians that are on your side."

I had a strong sense of deja vu. I have definitely been here before. I feel like I've dreamed this dream several times over.

"Meet the first Guardian - Change."

The Guardian was a small tree. The tree was luscious and green, but as I continued to look at it the branches slowly withered away, the leaves became dry and crisp, and the tree died. I felt an overwhelming sadness.

"Meet the second Guardian."

This Guardian was simply a square, metallic portal. I wondered what it represented.

"And the third Guardians - Love and Care."

Love and Care were and old couple holding hands. They radiated with pink energy. They put there hand out to shake and when our hands met I felt elated with unconditional love.

"And lastly - a close friend of mine."

He appeared behind me. He had wings like the messenger angel, but he looked dark and full of strife.

He reminded me of Vincent Valentine.



Woke up right after that. I really feel like I have had this dream a few times before, but I just didn't remember it.