Bright stain glass windows covered the walls. Brilliant flashes of red, blue, gold, violet flashed around the chapel. The alter glowed with an unearthy white glow. I was alone in the church I was to be married in. Candles sat in each window pane, the aisle matted with red velvet. I could feel my hands trembling. I looked down and gasped. I was dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress that trailed on the ground. It shimmered with each movement. Then my body felt a sharp pain and I was thown across the room.

I sat up gasping in my bed. A cold sweat cloaked my shivering form, my heart beat fast in my chest. The dream like the ones I’ve been having ever since my engagment, was so vivid. Like I was really there, like I could’ve just reached out and grasp it in my hand. I put my feet to the freezing floor. Despite my unsteadiness, I stood and crept out my door, down the stairs and out the door; grabbing my woolen parka on the way out.

I needed to get to that church.