Last night (or early this morning) I dreamed my mother and I were at some sort of meeting in an old, abandoned house. We were sitting at a table with a few other people and I looked up at the wall and saw a few random letters and numbers scrawled across it. I tried to pay attention to the meeting but every time I glanced back up at the wall, another letter was added until it read, "Boooooo..." I freaked out and got everyone to leave.
My mother and I got into our SUV and made it only so far -- I remembered I'd left my purse there. I didn't want to go back but mom turned around and I panicked, thinking of having to go through the dark house again. I got my phone out to use as a light but when we opened the door, a bright glow emanated from somewhere (outside?), allowing the entire house to be lit up like a Christmas tree. I marveled at the light and felt completely safe. There was no darkness at all. I found my purse and then realized I'd left all my clothes in a laundry basket in a bedroom. I started sifting through the clothes and tried to hurry because I knew we needed to drive somewhere else, but then someone called us and I asked what time it was -- we'd been there hours, but the person said it was still midnight.
The bright light was somehow keeping us in a time bubble. I knew then it was angels that were creating the light around us. We gathered our things and left.
The glow was so warm and bright and safe-feeling. I wasn't afraid at all.
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