Angel dream...or memory?
So if any of you have read my intro, you know I believe myself to be angelic, but don't have a whole lot of actual memories to back it up. Well I just woke up from a dream and decided to go ahead and post while it was fresh in my mind. I'm sorry if the way it's written is confusing, I didn't really think, I just typed so that I could get it all out. I was just curious as to others' take on this dream and if you think it could be memories or if you think it may have any specific meanings. Also, not sure if this is relevant but I just got a new stone, a moonstone, which I slept with in my pillow to sort of infuse it with my energy and because I've been told it helps with insomnia.
I was an angel. In love with another angel, one higher in rank than myself. Obviously as angels, we were bound to our duties and couldn't really be together openly. He came to me one day, and we snuck around as we did we wanted time together, and he asked me if I was tired of my duties and if I wanted a chance to be with him openly. He said he had a way to get us out of here. I was reluctant but loved him and wanted to be with him so much so I agreed. I almost remember there being a third "person" trying to escape with us but I'm not sure. We were on our way to some new land when I was attacked by a creature who ripped my wings off and left a wound on the bottom of the right side of my face. I remember laying there half dead but my love saved me. Next thing I remember is waking up and he was soothing me and telling me we were almost there and it was gonna be okay. When we got there, he (and possibly this third person) had gone off to do some sort of work or something to benefit us while I laid at "home" to recover. I remember crawling out of bed (which was more like a table) and looking the mirror and seeing where the wounds once were, which was now a flat, pink shiny scar on my face and back, it almost looked like a burn. I remember a couple more random bits and pieces but I'm not sure where they fit...I remember feeling a lack of identity and looking up at him and asking him what I was now and he said he wasn't sure. I remember not quite understanding the language of this new place. I felt so weak and so vulnerable. The only thing that made it feel worth it was when he was around because I loved him so much.