One night I had a very high fever. I was about 4-years-old at the time, and I remember it like it happened yesturday.
When I turned out the lights to go to sleep, and once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see the ceramic bunny bank--that my mom had purchased for me while she was in Mexico--turning around on my dresser. I watched it for a while and it scared me, so I turned on the light and it stopped. I turned the light off and it started to turn once again. I ran and got my mom to see if she saw it turning around. Of course, she didn't see it. She told me that when people have high fevers sometimes they get delirious and see things that are not there. So, I was imagining this. If only it had stopped there.
So as I watched my bunny turn around, disembodied heads started coming out of the wall to my left and floating about 3 feet in front of me and just a few feet higher than my own head. They were transparent and slowly turning like the bunny, but when they faced me, they would smile.
I knew I could not be imagining these things so I got up and went to my moms room again, but the heads were bouncing over my moms bed too, and if I woke her up again, my step-dad would have gotten angry with me. I was overcome by a sickeningly sweet smell...almost like Ivory soap, of all things. And there were "bats" lying down in the hall.
In retrospect I know now that they could not have been bats. They were far too big and actually didn't look anything like bats, but thats what I thought they were then. One little one was on my stuffed panda bear in my bed. I don't know why, but I reached down to pet it. As I touched it, a swarm of flies flew up in my face, turning into beads of sweat wherever they touched.
I quickly turned the light back on, and nearly everything disappeared. Everything except the reflection of a little girl in my t.v. set. She was sitting in my drawer trying to pull it shut. I could see her through the reflection, but could not see her when I looked at the drawer. There was a little fat porter man in my canope post slowly turning around and when he faced me he would open his arms as if to say, "Well are you gonna do something about the little girl?"
Then it dawned on me that the light was hurting her. I turned it off, and she disappeared. I felt bad for hurting her, so I walked over to pick up the air where she had been, and put her on my bed.
At that time, a small black spot started to enlarge and engulf the whole wall in front of my bed. Out of nothingness stepped a tall, dark angel with piercing blue eyes. He walked over to the side of my bed and put his hand on my forehead. He smiled and said "I'll be back for you." Then, he leaned down and kissed me before he disappeared.
I felt wonderful, I wish I could explain. Everything stopped, my fever was gone and the sun was starting to rise. Could this have all been a dream? Perhaps, but my dark angel has come back many times since then in my dreams, and only one other time did it seem as real as it did then.
Something puzzles me as I write this, because I now have children of my own. If any of them had a high enough fever to be seeing things, I most certainly would have taken them to the hospital. I wonder why my mother didn't. My daughter has bad dreams and I stay with her through them because I remember what it was like to wake up alone. We even came up with a way that she could understand for protection, when I couldn't be there, with Blue Bubbles of Light.