I am awake because of a nightmare.

I am standing in frozen, barren field. At first I do not know how I have come to be there. The next thing I notice, I am covered in blood but I am not wounded. I am covered from head to toe, my hair is matted, my braid missing. I reach my hand up to my hair to discover it has been cut, I run my fingers through the jagged ends. I brush my hand across my forehead because there is blood running down my face. I look down at myself, I can see it glistening on my arms. I now realize that I am nude and blood does truly cover me. Rivulets of it run down my torso and legs to puddle at my bare feet. But my feet do not touch the ground. The puddle under my feet grows larger and larger, spreading out into a circle.

As I lower my hand, a cold, foul wind blows across my body. The smell is almost overpowering, causing me to gag. I raise my head to look for somewhere to go, some sort of shelter when I see the destruction.

I turn a slow circle, disbelief in my eyes. There littered on the ground around me are bodies, at least 3 rows deep. I then realize they are the bodies of everyone I have ever known and I am the cause of their death. I am the reason for the broken bodies scattered around me in 3 perfect circles.

I feel as though my heart is breaking within my chest, the pain is almost unbearable. I want to sink to the ground and drown in my tears but now a fierce trembling shakes the earth below me. I look down to see the blood has soaked into the earth, and coming out of where the puddle was are large vines covered in thorns. Up the vines come to cover me, twining around me, holding me in place. I scream as the vines tighten around me, the thorns piercing my skin. Now my blood mingles with that of those I have slaughtered.

It is agony, I cannot stop screaming. It feels as though ice is shooting into me at every puncture of a thorn. Now I am tremble and cry. My screams grow weaker as the ice flows within me. My head falls forward. I am so cold.

From the corner of my eye, I see movement. It takes all my strength to raise my head.

What I see fills me with a sense of relief. More tears fall as I think now I will be saved.

Before me stands the goddess herself. The light casting from her hurts my eyes but I cannot turn my head, I silently beg her to release me, my voice weak from my screams. She has such sadness on her face. She turns to look at the bodies around us, she looks down at the ground, then up at the moon that has now rise full above us.

When she turns her eyes back at me, I can see the condemnation in them. Her eyes are swirling mists of silver, I feel as though I could fall in them.

The vines begin to tighten around me more, causing me to moan as even more pain runs through me. I try to beg for freedom, but my words die in my mouth as I see the disappointed look upon the goddess’s face.

She steps up to me as the vines twist around me, moving my arms about so that now my chest is uncovered and thrust forward. I watch in disbelief as she plunges her hand into my chest, more ice fills me as she turns her hand within my chest. She pulls it back and in her hand is a glow. It looks like a little wisp. I watch the wisp twist upon itself and the light die out. Now there in her hand, lays a died husk of what I know is my heart. I watch as another foul wind blows across her hand, causing the husk to disintegrate and blow away in little pieces.

I look back to her face and I can see the tears in her eyes. She leans forward and bestows a kiss upon my forehead.

The instant her lips touched my forehead, I woke up.

What can this dream mean? Is it really a nightmare or was it an omen?