Sacrifice and A Sharp Tongue

Date: 5/25/2019

The dream started as me kicking a small, greedy devil from a weird Portal of Heaven. I was an angel going back down to Earth, but when I got there the world was flooding and grey overcast. Turns out there was a giant white mutant rat destroying the town. Something to note, previously I had called 2 old peoples' attention to the bed of a baby without being seen, and they took the child in. This always happens when I have to deal with giant monsters, saving that small baby. I remember wearing a green shirt with lace and a floor length white skirt that had amazing lightness, and I was bare foot. The rat saw me as it was on top of a gas station and began throwing letters from a sign at me. It was hard, but I wasn't hit by a one of them. It was hard to run on the road as it was raining, but by jumping over a thrown D, I jumped narrowly through a window in slow motion, which took a lot. Turns out running fast and fighting a giant rat meant the government wasn't happy. I was at my high school now, chained and walking with an iron pole keeping me from floating away. An odd purple dress wearing woman stared at me as she took the pole off me, releasing the rat in a human form. She knew what she had done. I told one of the other ladies there to run and tell someone the beast escaped, then went outside. The rat was now, for some reason, a guy in a black cotton suit and purple bowtie. When I made it outside, I had stopped floating away. I was grateful my girlfriend wasn't there, but there she was. I told her to run, held her and wept, and then she ran away, safe I had hoped. The guy was, of course, said he was going to BBQ us all, except for one of us. I had the feeling he had all of our scents, so I was starting to run when I saw the girl standing there. She sort of looked like the guy but was scared beyond belief. I looked at her sleazy mom with too much makeup and hugging the girl, saying, "They're not laying a hand on this precious baby girl," and began tearing up. Three of us held hands, and then others did as well. I convinced another girl in pink that I had helped her realize how strong, beautiful, and accomplished she was. Then of course, the rat man had laughed and said this was all no matter. For whatever reason, I said, "Good. Because even I can't fix your nasty, disgusting, coconut-wannabe skin." Weak, but it was a dream. The black eyes of the man stared at me as he said I would be in a different kind of BBQ, perhaps with more suffering in my death..and then I woke up.