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As a forewarning this is just a description of a vision I keep having. I don't expect anyone to post telling me what it means or anything, but at the same time it'd be nice if you could. I'm pretty sure this is a common thing, so it might just have some cheesy textbook definition.


It's dark outside, with no streetlights, not even any moonlight. I walk up to a tall, nondescript building, and reach forward to open the door. The door is tall, and heavy, and extremely hard to move. Once inside, I feel a sudden sensation of fear. Before me is a hallway, long and without doors or any kind of decoration. I start to run down the hallway, for what seems like forever, with voices following me.
Voices of my friends, and loved ones.
I close my eyes, as if it'd drown out the sound. I no longer wanted to hear the truth, it had proven to be such poison in the past. Just as I close my eyes, I seem to step out, into nothingness... as if there was just a deep hole in the ground at the end of this hallway.

I scream as I fall, but nobody is there to hear me. Recalling my prior spiritual journies with my guide, I extend my wings (No, I don't really have wings in real life), long and black with the slightest iridescent sheen.
But it doesn't help. What feel like horrid claws and hands reach out to me from the cavern walls, ripping and tearing my wings apart and off. Miraculously, even this doesn't slow me down.

After a few more seconds of falling, the area around me lightens. I seem to just fall out into an entirely different world. A clearing, with people. Lots of people. Music. Flowers. A wedding. -My- wedding. The maids of honor drag me off and get me ready, ignoring the sad state I'm in. I suppose, nervousness about the big day also makes you look scared out of your wits?

Once I've been primped to their satisfaction, the day proceeds. My lover is there. It comes time to finalize the ordeal... kissing. As he leans forward, for a split second I see something out of the corner of my eye. A dark figure, seeming to swoop down. I feel an impact of some sort, and my new husband falls into my arms- dead.
There is understandable commotion. I break out into tears and don't even care to find out what had happened at the time. EMTs pronounce him dead when they arrive, with no hope of revival, even though nothing seemed truly wrong with him.
One of the maids of honor approaches me as I'm grieving. She says, "Change this, before it's too late."

It's always at this point that the vision ends.
It probably just means I have psychological issues.. but in any case, I'd like other opinions, or advice.