What a perfect opportunity to talk about a dream I have been blessed with.
I was running for my life in a forest devoid of life - burnt, gnarly, grey, unfeeling, uncaring. The sky was grey and cloudy; it extended as far as the eye could see and would make you feel like you could trip over the smallest stick on the ground. There was a thick, viscous black sludge; it was closing in incredibly fast like a tidal wave all around me, swallowing the trees, a bit like "faceless" from Spirited Away. It was coming for me - looking for me - to swallow me whole and kill me and everything off entirely, body and soul. I was surrounded. I came to a forced halt and looked around. Nothing but this putrid shit all around me. For some reason, I was frightened but I did not scream. There was no voice or guidance - only instinct. To jump, to rise. Before, I could not see it. But then I knew - it was the only way out. So I did. I gathered all my strength, and I jumped as high as I could.
Jet black, gigantic feathery plumage shot from my shoulders all the way past my arms and kept me high, suspended in the air. This jet black sludge tried pathetically to crawl up and reach me but it could not. It was euphoria - it was relief, joy, a fantastic serenity and peace. The moon broke through the clouds and caressed my face, my chest. I was forever out of it's reach.
Hail Satan Lucifer, Lightbringer, Morning star!
Even years later now, I still do not know why I was blessed with such a dream. Even now I kinda want to cry. I feel so unworthy sometimes. I do not know if I will ever be able to repay this kindness. This dream has given me the strength to overcome so many things.