I had such an odd dream. I was walking in some place that called itself a church, but it looked more like a gym than a real church. But there were people praying here and there... And so, I was searching for someone, and walked a bit around until I find a small office. There, a priest was working at something, his head concentrated on his papers. There are large windows behind me. As I stood up in front of the desk, saying nothing and waiting for him to notice me, he finally looked up. Then, his eyes revolted in fear, his pupils diminished in size by at least half, and he was looking at me, trying to move back, with an intense expression of FEAR.
And I didn't know why. I was looking at him with a neutral, interrogative expression (or so I thought), until the man started talking. He said something in the likes of this:
"No, please! Forgive me! Forgive me!"
I was really asking myself what he was talking about until I realized I was starting to float upwards in the air. And as I did, my shadow rose on the wall the priest was leaned against. That's when I realized this shadow was displaying six large wings I started to be scared of myself. And the priest, upon seeing I was up in the air like that:
"Please, Sariel! Forgive me! Forgive me!!"
Oh shit. I became an archangel of death in my very own dream. When I... ended in understanding he called me Sariel, I woke up. "Oh shit.", I said.
Sariel is now officially my personal archangel. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF