Golden Field

Lately, I haven't been remembering much of my dreams, but I have been startled awake in most of them and the collar to my shirt is drenched in sweat. It is almost unsettling to not be able to remember what it was that frightened me so. I did remember this little tidbit from a dream the other night tho:

Looking out over a yellow wheat feild, the sky is large and empty. No clouds can be seen, and it is a very soft shade of blue. In the distance there stands a figure completely featureless, black, as if in shadow. I cannot tell if it is a girl or boy, but it is standing there in either a robe or a dress, from what I can gather by the contour. They were just standing there for a long while, when suddenly their left arm raised slowly from their hip, and began to swing it in a steady pace clockwise up and over their head. As it did this, The Sun was rising behind them almost rapidly, and it was ridiculously big. As it rose, the wheat field began to sparkle gold and blow about, swaying almost seductively. The sky went from blue to a soft, warm orange, radiating out from the large golden star as it arose. The figure, as it finished it's hand motion, was now even more indistinguishable, being back-lit to the extreme. A sense of calm came over me, and I fell backwards into the field, engulfed as if being held safely by a thousand arms.

I woke up refreshed and pensive.