When I was six years old I had a dream every night for several nights...
In this dream the sky and ground were a dark, rust red. Everything was shadowy, black clouds filled the sky. There was war, death, and bodies everywhere. There was no green, no vegetation, only the charred black remains of leafless trees as a sign of what once was. The ground trembled and shook, there were loud booming sounds - like thunder.
My family stood in our yard, next to the ruin that was once our house. I was running to them, calling out to them to wait for me when the ground shook and split under my feet. I fell into the canyon that was created by the Earth splitting, but managed to catch the edge. Below me at the bottom of the crack was a river of lava.
I struggled to climb out, but I was not strong enough. I called to my family to help me, but they did not hear me.
I was terrified and about to give up all hope when I felt too warm hands grab mine. I looked up to see a beautiful man, dressed in white and glowing with an intense and brilliant light that radiated from his skin.
"Help me!" I begged.
The man just held my hands and leaned his face close to mine. He had tears streaming down his face and he said in the most gentle, peaceful voice. "I'm sorry. I can not save you unless you trust in me."
And that's when I woke up. Of course, for a 6 year old, it was a pretty freaky dream and I was crying and scared pretty bad. But I always felt like it was a vision of something very real.
So... Years pass... I grow up. I meet my husband (who was just a friend at this time), and he tells me something very strange.
One night he says to me, "I am going to tell you something I've never told anyone before. When I was a kid, I used to have these dreams about the end of the world. The sky and earth were a dark, rust red. There were black clouds in the sky, and there was war all over the Earth."
At this point in time, as you can imagine, I was very intent to listen to his story. He went on to say;
"I was a warrior. I was stronger than a normal human because the war was not man against man. I was a warrior designed and trained to fight demons. My purpose was to protect an angel that had been sent to earth to heal people. And I always died in my dream. I always died to save the life of the angel."
Anyway, as you can imagine, I felt almost instantly that our dreams were related - for obvious reasons. He described my dream's setting in perfect, spot-on detail. Like he had seen my dream for himself.
I don't know if it is a dream of the future, or a dream of the past, or a dream of another realm, but it is something that has always stuck with me in very vivid detail.
I'd be interested to hear if anyone else has ever had dreams in this same setting.