It was a vision not a dream

I have only ever share my dreams with one other. He is the only one I have ever shared all them with, the complete dreams, the full dreams, the dreams and all their details.

I normally keep my dreams between us; I/we have no one else to share them with. But this dream, this dream felt like no other I have had before. And I have been scared by many but this one, this one felt real, I could feel air in my lungs.

Now that I have had time to think, I don't think that this was my dream, it was not for me to keep to myself and that's why I think that I was compelled to share it. I haven't written down many dreams, most of them I destroyed, or kept to memory.

The good ones, the special ones, the ones that are whispered and sung to me, I keep in my mind. That's what make this one different. This was not just my dream. I have had time to think about the dream; this was not just my dream.

And before you become scared from this dream came from a place of light, this dream was a vision not a dream. It foretells something we all need to take note. And yes, I have asked myself is this a vision of the four horses of the apocalypse.