I am playing a board game. But then I hear a sound.

It is quiet, but I must investigate.

I creep into my room and see a panther. Her yellow eyes are searching, and she speaks to me, although she does not really talk.

"I am here to protect you." It is so simple, yet I wonder. "From what?" I ask. "You know," the Panther says. And I do. A flash of a dream I had long ago comes into my mind. A wolf at the door, with a man watching. Waiting.

The Panther fades and then is gone.

I wake up, and wonder.

I have a black cat, a smaller version of the Panther.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and not remember a thing until the next night when I dream. It all comes back to me many night of the same movie playing over and over again. Very few deviations from the first time.

It starts off with two young girls walking down a dirt road an then suddenly disappearing. Then I feel like I'm falling and I can't stop it. Finally I land softly on the cold wood floor an seem to fall asleep all over again.

I see a man standing over me. Looking, longing to touch me but to embarrassed to even think about it. He walks away and just as he reaches the door he turns around and starts to murmur something but then the lights go out and I wake up.

I stand on my shaggy carpet and look out the window and cost my eyes from the blinding sun. Finally being adjusted to the light I remove my hand from my face and see nothing. Just white space and then I realize I'm still in a dream. Or am I? I never really get past that part but when I think I'm in reality my thoughts wonder back to that se question. Am I awake or am I still in a dream?

We were at the pool,

Her raven black hair long and flowing as she dives into the water,

At that very moment I can see her emerge from under the surface and everyone else seems to fade away.

I don't know her but I do and she saunters up to me to ask if I'd like to take a walk with her.

I agree and to my surprise we walk outside where the ground we are standing on is afloat in the sky, the world a million miles below us.

I look to her and I can see forests, cities, and magnificent art work lingering in those bright green eyes.

Instantly her lips meet mine, soft and delicate with a drive of passion I've never experienced. And she says "i love you so very much."

I reply confused "but I do not know who you are." And with that she remarks "but you will..." and fades into me until we are one.

Then I wake up. No idea what this means :)

This is a recurring nightmare that haunted me when I was a small child living in post war Liverpool.

Times were pretty grim, home was just two rooms of a shared two bedroom terrace in darkest Homer Street. My family consisted of my mom and infant brother (my dad had run off after some serious fisticuffs with mom).

Both mom and me shared the same dark bedroom, my brother slept in a small cot which sat in a damp corner.

I was regularly beaten as a child and grew up believing that that was normal. As a result I was terrified of mom, who I saw as a moody and threatening figure.

The nightmare began shortly after dad had vanished, I remember to this day him turning to mom and saying he was going for a walk.

Some walk!

The nightmare consisted of me running frantically down the middle of a road, being pursued by a huge green bus. No matter how hard I tried to run the bus always seemed closer. At last I could run no more and turning to face my pursuer, I saw to my horror that the radiator under the bonnet had been replaced by my moms face screaming at me.

It went on every night for months and left me shaking and terrified. I'm sorry to say that even now as I approach my sixty third birthday, I still find mom a horrendously frightening thing and still have that image of the bus etched on my subconscious.

Now you must understand, I have never really been the religious type. However, ever since I was young, I have had dreams of angels. The dreams come and go. Sometimes months pass by without a one and others they occur every night. But they all start the same way. The noise. Like millions of voices whispering. Then the whispers stop and they appear. Each time a different scenario, a different riddle to discover, a different choice to be made. There are eight Angels but they only appear in groups of two. Some never speak, some act as a guide, while there is one that actually lies. The game should be simple. But how to play I have not a clue. For the rules were never posted and there are no guidelines I can find. Each dream brings me a bit closer to figuring it all out. Like a giant jigsaw puzzle begging to be completed. Maybe tonight I will figure it all out. Or maybe it is never meant for me to win.