It's ok not to be ok

The dream began with the sound of wings. In retrospect I realise I should have known that was a bad sign... What with the Raven Mockers being set loose and all, but in my dream it was just backround noise. Kinda like a fan whirring or the TV turned on to the QVC.

In my dream I was standing in the middle of a beautiful meadow. It was night, but there was an enormous full moon hovering above the trees that framed the meadow. It cast a silver blue light, strong enough to throw shadows, and made everything look, like it was underwater. And impression that was strenghtened by the gentle breeze blowing the soft grasses against my bare legs, in swips and whirls like, waves lapping sweetly against a shore.

That same wind was lifting thick dark hair from my naked shoulders and it felt like silk, brushing agaisnt my skin.

Bare legs? Naked shoulders? 

I looked down and let out a little yip of surprise. I was waering a seriously short buckskin minidress. The top of it was cut in a wide V, front and back, so that it hung off my shoulders. Leaving lots of skin visible. The dress itself was amazing. It was white and decorated with fringe, and feathers and shells and it seemed to glow in the moonlight. All over it was beaded with intricate disgns that were impossibly beautiful- my imagination is so darn cool!
The dress tickled a memory, but I ignored it, I was dreaming! Instead of pondering Déjà vu moments, I danced gracefully through the meadow. Wondering if Zac Efron or even Johnny Depp was gonna suddenly appear and flirt outrageously with me.
I peedked around as I twirled and swayed with the wind and thought, I saw the shadows flicker and move oddly within the massive trees. I stopped and was trying to squint so I could get a closer look at was was going on in the darkness. Knowing me and my weird dreams, I'd created bottles of brown pop, hanging from the limbs like bizzare fruit, just waiting for me to pick them.
That's when he appeared.
At the edge of the meadow, just inside the shadows of the trees, a shape materialized. I could see his body because the moonlight caught the smooth naked lines of his skin.
Naked?
I stopped. Had my imagination lost it's mind?! I wasn't really up to  frolicking around a meadow with a naked guy, even if he was the amazingly misterious Mr. Johnny Depp.
"You hesitate, my love?"
At the sound of his voice, a shiver passed through my body and terrible mocking laughter whispered through the leaves of the trees.
"Who-who are you?" I was glad that my dream voice didn't betray the fear I was feeling.
The sound of his laughter was as deep and beautiful as his voice, and as frightening. It echoed in the lumbs of the watching trees, until it drifted almost visible in the air around me.
"Do you pretend you do not know me?"
His voice brushed against my body, making the little hairs in my arms stand up.
"Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream, you're just a mixture of Zac and Johnny." I hesitated, peering at him. I spoke nonchalantly even though my heart was beating like crazy and it was already obvious this guy was not a mixture of those two actors. "Well, maybe you're Superman. Or Prince Charming." I said, reaching for anything but the truth.
"I am no figment of your imagination. You know me, your soul knows me."
I hadn't moved my feet, but my body was slowly being drawn towar him, like his voice was pulling me. I reached him, and looked up and up.
It was Kalona.
I had known him from the first words he'd spoken. I just hadn't wanted to admit it to myself. How could I have dreamed him?
Nightmare - this had to be a nightmare and not a dream.
His body was naked, but it wasn't completly substantial. His form shifted and wavered in time with caressing breeze. Behind him, in the dark green shadows of the trees, I could see the ghostly shape of his children, the Raven Mockers, as they clung to the limbs with hands and feet of men and stared at me with men's eyes, from the mutated face of birds.
"Do you still claim not to know me?"
His eyes were dark- as starless sky. They seemed the most substantial thing about him. That and his liquid voice. Even though this is a nightmare it's sitll mine. I can just wake up! I want to wake up! I want to wake up!
But I didn't. I couldn't. I wasn't in control. Kalona was, he'd built this dream this dark, nightmare meadow, and somehow brought me there. Closing the door to reality behind us.