Years ago, when I was around 19 or 20, during the dream, I suddenly grew aware of where I was. I got excited since this had been the third time in my life where my dream became lucid.

I try to think of what I want to do, and so I start to wonder what I looked like. I walk into some building looking for a reflective surface, but it appears to be burnt out with nothing but soot covered walls and ground. I then conjure a mirror out of the ground to look at myself. I appear to be myself, but then black angel wings unfold from my back which i can see in the reflection.

I looks at the reflection for a good 10 seconds before I suddenly woke up.

The image of a black angel has ended up in my art, in my short story ideas, and even as a main character who begins the story corrupted by good intentions, only to have to fight for redemption and forgiveness.

Anyway, any insights would be greatt. Thanks in advance.

Dream on dreamers!