Angels at my Bedside

Date: 4/3/2016

It's loud. I'm in a room in a hospital. I've just had what is left of my tumor (in life - this dream I had while under anesthesia) removed. I sit up in bed and look toward the door. I see two people standing in the doorway. I thought they would be doctors or visitors, but they weren't. "Come in! I'm awake!" I call to them. As soon as I see them I realize they are not doctors. Doctors don't look like this. One wears brown robes of linen, though it looks coarse like burlap. He is tall, but not overly so, clean cut with short hair. His eyes and hair are light brown. The other one is wearing blue linen and has shoulder length brown curly hair that is darker than the one wearing brown linen. His eyes are also darker brown (chocolate colored). This one also has facial hair (like Orlando bloom in pirates of the Caribbean). "I know you're not doctors," I explain. "No doctor would dress like that." They both sit down at the end of my hospital bed. I'm not surprised that they are there and I know that they are angels. I don't have to have them tell me that, nor do I ask. The one in blue sits at the right (from my perspective), the one in brown on the left. "I'm Gabriel, and we're here to check on you," says the one in blue. "And who is he? Is he God?" I ask, pointing to the one in brown, who looks a little mortified and frustrated. He shakes his head. Gabriel looks at him and says, "well, she's a little loopy, isn't she?" And to me, "I'm Gabriel and he's your guardian angel." "Well, his clothes remind me of what the Bible says John the Baptist wore, so I imagined God would wear something like that." They say nothing to this, but Gabriel says, "well, we must go now. You will be alright. We will check in with you periodically. You are going to be okay, but now it's time for you to wake up."